Why does everything have to be complicated? Why can life be simple? Love is a twisted up emotion that the lucky people find and the not so lucky ones live with out it. Love is weird and confusing, or so I have read. So far I am one of the unlucky ones; I'm just one of the small group of people who hasn't found love.

"Josie, Josie? Are you okay? You look sick," said my brother Rob.

"Um, yeah I'm fine. This is going to be a good school not like the other one. I'm going to make friends here," I said as more butterflies flew into my stomach.

"Okay well here is some advice to you, don't wear anything stupid. Guys don't like your cloths. No offense." Rob said from behind the closed door. I looked at myself in the mirror; I had on a huge lumpy sweater with a kitten on the front and a long jean skirt. Rob was right guys don't like what I wear.

"Robbie lets go," screamed Rob's girlfriend from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah hold on," he screamed back from him room. I could hear him thump down the stairs.

I took off the kitten sweater and the jean skirt and walked over to my closet. I dug though the big lumpy sweaters and the mom jeans until I finally settled on a pair of tight jeans and a black tank top. I looked at myself in the mirror; the pants made my legs look ten times smaller and the tank top showed off my chest beautifully.

I looked at the clock on the bed side table, 7:15 AM. Shit, I ran down the stairs grabbed a pop-tart and ran out the door to my car.

When I got to school I looked at my schedule; first hour English with Sam someone. I opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement below me. Tons of butterflies flew into my stomach as I took a step towards the school. This is going to be different I'm going to make friends here and find a boy to date and get my first kiss.