Jhanaya Belle’s New Story Draft

There’s a First Time for Everything, Right?

THREE…TWO…ONE… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

January 1, 2012 was probably an important date for a lot of people. I imagine a mass of people making silly resolutions that they’ll never live up to like to quit smoking, stop eating fast food, or hell at least give up drinking for about a week or so until the irresistible temptation hits them less than three days after New Year’s.

But for me, this was the day my boyfriend, my first boyfriend made a resolution to change his life by not having me in it.

“Yeah, babe I don’t think this thing between us is gonna work out,” my now ex-boyfriend Hanif told me fifteen minutes into our phone conversation.

Wait what? I know he didn’t say what I think he just said. And who’s giggling in the background? What are they saying?

“I’m sorry Hanif, I didn’t hear what you just said. Can you say it again?” I said as I started to pace back and forth, around my living room.

“Yeah, I said that I don’t think this is gonna work out. This year new year’s resolution I made is to change my life and to be honest you’re way to awkward and weird to be in my life,” Hanif said in his thick Haitian/New Yorker accent.

Hanif is what some would call a super junior. Nobody knows how old he really is, since he’s been at John Dewey High School for what it seems like forever. Standing 5’11, he was the cool, stereotypical rebellious boy that all the girls want to date and all the guys wanted to be secretly. And judging by my looks I was considered lucky to be with him.

I’m what you call weird, emo nerd. I walk the halls of John Dewey High School wearing all black, eyes covered by my jet black horse-shoe bangs that desperately needed to be cut and caught typically laughing by myself. I don’t have many friends and have only been seen talking twice out of the entire school year. When you see me with Hanif, normally people would never think that we were dating. I didn’t mind it though, because I knew that I was able to get him to be my boyfriend.

Or at least thought so.

Snapping back into reality, I stopped pacing and looked at my black iPhone 5s with my face scrunched up as if someone told me that George Washington Carver was the first president.
Wait a minute, did this guy just called me awkward and weird? Coming from the guy with cheetah print hair, that pretends to be British when we’re in school and in public? Nah, this can’t be real life right now.

Before I can get another word in edge-wise, Hanif hung up the phone without any warning and the last the last thing I heard was “baby,” and the person giggling. After many attempts to call him back, I throw my iPhone 5s across the living room and stormed out of the house.

And still to this day Hanif avoids me at all costs.

After days of me being a total teenaged drama queen, my mother came into my room and just stared at me like I was a pathetic excuse of a human.

As she lights her Newport cigarette, inhales and blows the smoke in my face, my mother says “my god, what’s wrong now?” with a face that screams out ‘I can’t be bothered.’

After I told her that I just been dumped by Hanif, my mother says “oh please ok, shut up and get over it like the rest of us,” and leaves the room.

WOW, thanks mom. Hmph, who the hell does he thinks he is?! After everything that I did throughout this relationship! I was the one that came up with his bail money, gave him money for food and anything else that he wanted! It was me and this is the thanks that I get! Just a “you’re too weird and awkward.” Hmph, ok I’ll show him…