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The rain was pounding. I sat right beside my window, watching the raindrops race each other down the window. It was such a sad day today, I couldn't even think straight.
It was my second last year of high school, and I wanted to fill in my extra curricular slot for next year. I chose cheerleading. Well, the tryouts were today and I didn't make it. It was obvious by the way the head cheerleader looked at me. Her face was scrunched up and seemed distracted or would rather be somewhere else, wanting to have the next girl up. Or maybe even Irvin. The only guy who signed up for cheerleading. His name really says it all.

But he was the only competition there who actually wished me good luck, so I smiled at him making him stumble a bit. He was a nice guy, just a little bit awkward and nerdy. Super smart... even smarter than me probably. I watched his try out and well, miss head cheerleader smiled a little. In discomfort. I think. Not sure.

I came home and found a note on the kitchen table. Mom was out on a date again. She started dating around July of last year, probably after a year after the divorce with my dad. I still visit him sometimes, they both seem to be fine. But I won't go into that too much.

Anyways, mom was out again. This was her fifth one with the same guy, wow she must really like him, because this is a record. The previous ones usually lasted between one to three. Good, I thought. Because those guys were such jerks. Only dating my mom because she was pretty, and of course her legs. It disturbed me. I hope this one was different. I haven't exactly met him yet, because everytime he would be home, I'd be out doing something, or volunteering or what not. It's not as if I was trying to avoid him, but just not making great expectations. They all were losers. Not because my mom had bad taste, she does, but they all just turned out to be meeeh.

I tied my brown hair up into a high pony tail and put on my favourite comfy sweats and turquoise crew neck with white designs. Ahh, it felt good. It had style, but as comfy as a sweater!

I pushed my laptop aside and put it on my white table. Jumping on my bed to a comfortable position, I opened my book to were the bookmark was and started to read.
I love to read. I was on this one adventure book I got from my birthday from my dad. He knew I loved adventures. Even though, I'd still be quite afraid to climb a tree or do anything to risky. At least, when I read, I could experience the adventures without getting hurt or taking too big of a risk. Logan always tells me to lighten up and "do something with my life." But I always roll my eyes at him.

Oh yeah, Logan is my best friend by the way. Ever since 3rd grade when we first met. It's quite funny actually. I was always the goody-two-shoes, and he was the one always getting into trouble. I told the boys not to climb that tree using my persuasive voice, even though it was high pitched. But hey, I was eight.

They listened, which was good. But not Logan. He climbed the tree anyways, and even asked me to climb it!

"I'm wearing a dress!!!" I yelled to him from the ground. He was up really high on the tree, trying to show off I think.
"Yea, I can see that... so? Come on!"
He was so stupid, couldn't he see I was wearing a white dress and my shiny black shoes?
"No! It's dangerous! Plus I'd get all dirty!"He still kept on climbing.
"You're such a girl," he smiled.
"That's cause I am one!!" I yelled back, "And you're such a boy! Now get off there before you get hurt." I said that because that's what my mom would tell me.

The boys were laughing behind me now. Haha, wouldn't blame them, there I was, a little girl, trying be authoritative over a boy from schol.

"That's cuz I am one!!!" Logan jumped off the tree with ease and landed infront of me. He held out his small dirty hands and said, "Hi, I'm Logan."

And well, that's how we met.
Nah, we didn't become instant friends when he introduced himself. I mean, he was such a stupid boy. I scrunched up my nose a bit, and then smiled shyly. "Hi, I'm Emily."

Yep, that's when we became instant friends.

I heard a clank clank sound that seemed to be coming from my window.

"Yo!!! Hastings!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Speaking of him...

I recognized the voice and looked outside my window.

"Is this supposed to be your new and creative way of getting a girl's attention?" I yelled back to the voice.

He looked up from the ground and dropped the small pebbles he was collecting, I assume to throw again to my window.

"Hey, good, you heard me the first time!" he smiled.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, good thing or you would've broken the window!"

"Thank you for not underestimating my strength." Logan proceeded to show off his biceps.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why are you here anyway?" I said diverting the subejct.

He stopped flexing and looked up at me again, "Heard you tried out for cheerleading!

"I did." I leaned on my hand, resting my elbow on the window.

"Awesome! How'd it go?"

I raised up my thumb and pointed it down while making a raspberry sound with my tongue.

"Come on, I bet you weren't that bad..."

"Irvin did better than me."

He laughed and gestured for me to come down, "I know what will make you feel better.."

I perked up a little bit. "Milkshake..."

"... and fries," he finished with a grin.

I smiled. Yeah, sure Logan was annoying sometimes. But he always does know what would make me feel better.

"Come on down, takin' you to Papa Joe's Pizza Place."