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Ryan Manley

AUTHORS NOTE

I want to thank everyone reading this book for your support. -Ryan Manley

Prologue:

Okay, if you’re looking for a book about thread, then I suggest that you put this book down. This is the story about my freshman year in high school and how it pretty much changed my life and influenced me into the person I am today. Basically, this book is not a non- fiction book about thread. This is a book about me and a girl named Kate. ~

My mother gave me this journal to write my feelings and put daily life-stories. I figured I’d just write my story instead.

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Ryan Manley

Part One

This is the story about when I fell madly in love with a girl named Kate. Now, my first-love story may be different than the other little lies you’ve heard. Whether you like it or not, this is my story and I am not changing a thing about it. Okay? You better understand that because here’s my story.

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I am basically a boring guy. I’m not an average guy. I’m just simply boring. I hardly even talk to anyone. Basically, I go to school, learn a little bit, and then come home and play the violin. Let me get this out of the way by telling you my schedule.

7:00 AM- Get up and eat breakfast

8:00 AM- Hop on the bus

9:00 AM- Arrive at school

4:00 PM- Get home

4:01 PM- Practice violin

10:00 PM- Sleep

Repeat

Yeah, basically my life is boring. It’s not your action filled, average teenage life. I’m really shy and don’t have many friends. That is about it. It’s the truth.

One other thing that I’d like to let you know is I’ve never ever had a girlfriend. I don’t even know if I ever will. Honestly, I don’t even know if I am even somewhat good looking. For goodness sakes, I haven’t even talked to many girls in my entire life. They talk to me sometimes, but then I freeze and mumble under my breath.

Here we go: now your thinking-

LOSER ALERT

Anyways, one time in the sixth grade I went up to a girl and I almost passed out, fell into a coma, and died. Basically, since that incident, girls have been my biggest fear. Now whenever a girl talks to me, I basically turn blue and freak out. My heart starts racing, and I feel like I’m going to die. I don’t know why. I am just stupid probably. I think I might be ugly.

I also don’t feel like hearing my parents’ non-sense. They are always telling me that I am handsome and could be with any girl I wanted. For goodness sakes, the ugliest guy in the world probably had parents that said that to him!

I actually have had a few compliments though. One day this girl told me I had nice eyes, and I almost died. I feel really stupid. What if she was playing a cruel joke?

Maybe I am kind of over exaggerating about me being ugly. I really could get a girlfriend if I wanted to, but here is the thing that holds me back:

Pretty much every teen relationship is a disaster. You ‘go out’ for a week and then you ‘break-up’. I don’t want that. I want a long-lasting relationship and the thought that it would last a week pisses me off. It does. It really does.

Let’s forget the talk about girls and move on. I don’t feel like stressing myself out over it.

My parents are always focused on me making a bunch of friends. Goodness, in ten years, all these groups of people won’t even be together. One of them will be in New York singing on Broadway while the other is down in Florida drinking a margarita. They will never see each other again.

My parents always tell me to get a girlfriend. Again, I don’t want a girlfriend that ends up leaving you for some big-muscle, no shirt on at the lake, bully guy.

That is not really what I had in plan for a happy life.

I’m basically that one guy in class that never talks. Even my teachers have been in on this crap since the FIFTH GRADE. They told me that I need to make friends. Really? Friends?

I’m sick of talking about this.

Okay, I need to get some sleep because tomorrow is Monday.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Really? The stupid alarm clock. I hop out of bed, brush my teeth and take a shower. After that, I eat breakfast and walk up to the bus- stop. I sit at the stop for approximately ten minutes and finally the bus pulls up.

Hey Zach! Mr. Frank tells me.

Good morning.

I get in seat 10, one seat behind this hot girl and we’re off to school. I remember this girl from the eighth grade dance last year. Okay, she was like dancing with ten different guys. I’m sorry, but ummmmm…. What kind of guy wants to dance with….

Really…. Can she just pick one?

That kind of stuff frustrates me.

We finally pull up at the school and I grab my bag and walk to the orchestra room. When I get there, I put my violin up and walk to class.

My first class is Advanced Algebra with Mr. David. Oh yeah…… did I tell you I’m really dedicated to school?

When I get older, I want to be a successful guy. I don’t want to be cooking fries at a fast food restaurant.

If you hate me right now, then please close this book now and stop reading. If you’re one of those bullies, please don’t read this book unless you want to be bored out of