Life

Since sixth grade, I have changed everything about myself to make John like me. I know that it's really kind of stupid, but I'm really at it still. I can be such a loser sometimes...
But let me paint you a picture. I am in the sixth grade. My hair is short and curly, cropped to a bob, so that I cannot even bring it back into a ponytail. Every day, instead of wearing jeans and a tee shirt, I wear a victorian style, or eighties style dress. I also wore glasses. No matter what I wear, though, I reek of self-confidence. In sixth grade, a senior (12th grade) makes fun of my clothing, and I tell them off. "You look more ridiculous than I do, with your pants sagging to your knees, your boxers showing, and an ear peircing. It's a bit feminine for a football player..." That was who I was, and nobody made me feel self-concious, rather I got more rebellious.
Until I got moved next to John in science. He tormented me endlessly, and for a while, I was as unaffected as everyone else. Until I realized that he had a beautiful soul-- such a beautiful soul. Then I started to realize other things about him-- how his hair flipped, his crooked smile, his bluish-green eyes that were disturbed by a patch of brown on the right side. I noticed his wit, and humor in his jokes. And I loved him. It wasn't love at first sight-- love at first sight is a result of Disney movies and the Brothers Grimm. No, this was something more real than that...
Fast forward to ninth grade. Instead of Opera, I listen to Rock. I wear jeans, shirts, knee length skirts. My favorite necklace is a sword. I've grown my hair out. I have bangs. I've mellowed out, and I don't wear glasses anymore. And though every change was for him, he still doesn't see me.
There is only one thing about me that is the same-- my braces. But they come off tomorrow, my final metamorphosis. The last thing that is the same since sixth grade. And I wonder-- will it make the difference?