Hi, my name is Nola. I am not the most confident person in the whole world, but my friend says that I am the most beautiful and most caring person in the whole world. I go to Princeton high school and last week I went to homecoming. I went alone because nobody asked me out, and I don’t have any friends that go to high school with me.
But let me back up a second, because I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Nola Hulbert, I am 14, and I am in 9th grade. As I said, last week I went to homecoming, alone, but what I did not tell you is that this boy came up to me and asked for my number. I gave him my phone number and slowly walked away toward the hallway of my high school. You might be thinking: “Why did she walk away instead of making a small talk with him?” Well, the answer is, I don’t know. As I said, I am not very confident and I was confused about why he would want my number. Later that night he texted me and I answered. We talked about random things and I asked him why he wanted to have my number. He said that the kids had been talking about me behind my back about me not having a date. I was shocked by the gossiping, but I was happy that he told me what had happened that night.
The next day I went home just like normal. He texted me again. This time I asked him what his name was, his name was Blake. Later that night, I realized that Blake was the most popular boy in school. And he was the one guy all the girls would want to date, including this girl called Bianca. The thing that I could not understand is, why would he want to be friends with me when all the popular girls liked him? I mean he had never talked to me before . . . When I went to school the next day this really big poster had been hung up above the schools’ logo. It said, “Nola will you go out with me?” After I read it Blake came running out of the bushes that were located next to the sign. He asked me again if I would go out with him and I said, “Yes.” Even though I did not want to go out with him, I figured it would probably be good for my reputation.
For a whole week, we called and Face-timed each other. On Wednesday a message popped up on my screen. It was from Blake and read, “Ok don’t be mad at me, but I actually never liked you in the first place. I just wanted to make Bianca jealous. This will probably hurt your feelings, but I mean it worked out for me. So see you never again, LOSER.” I started crying, and I ran downstairs and told my mom about everything that had happened. She was, of course, furious and contacted Blake’s mom. After that, I don’t really remember what happened, but what I do know is that Blake got moved to another school by his parents and that his parents got divorced. For an uncountable number of weeks, I stayed in my room, not being sure about my future. This experience has made me really doubt the decisions I make every day, but I try to just follow my heart.
Blake later texted me about how sorry he was. I mean in a way I feel that he meant it but he probably didn’t. I told him that he made a big mistake and that saying sorry would not make me forget what had happened. He said sorry again, and since then we haven’t talked to each other.
Now that I turned 15, I know that even though someone might have hurt you a lot, the best way to get over it, is focus on what is going well instead of what isn’t.