Dementor Girls

Many of you may know that I am a freshman in high school at an all girl's Catholic school. It has been quite the leap-- going from being homeschooled for six years to a school with 300 girls. Not large, I know, but slightly overwhelming coming from a class of six kids.

A few weeks ago, we had an all school Mass. "All school" includes our brother school from down the street.

Yep. Today we got to see real live boys. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, muscular ones, blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes. 350+ boys. SO exciting. Like, oh my goodness, this one guy like totally glanced at me, so he's definitely going to be like totally asking me to prom.

Ugh.

Ok, so of course everyone has on their mascara and liner and shadow. I was completely blinded by the pinks and purples and greens. Hair usually worn in a messy bun or pony tale was worn straight down the back or in ringlet curls. I sort of missed the memo, so that must have been why I didn't get a date.

The whole bus ride there, all I could hear was, "Oh, my gosh, I get to see Andy!" and "I wonder if I'll see that hot guy who rides my bus. . ." and "Ugh, I so don't want to see Jack again." I wanted to scream, "How about thinking about the most amazing guy ever who you are going to recieve into your heart and soul?!" Not that I have a problem with guys (that's not completely true. . .I have rather large problems with certain guys), but c'mon.

The first thing that came to my mind to describe these girls were dementors. If you've read Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, you know that dementors feed off of human emotions. You would have thought these girls were human dementors feeding off the presence of boys. The very presence of the opposite gender caused backs to straighten, eyes to widen, and smiles to be glued upon faces.

           Seriously, though. It's sad to me how teens can change personalities and appearence at the first whisper of "boy." If I ever get married, I want to marry a man who will love me for who I am. I know everybody says this, but how much do people truly believe it?

            It was all rather sickening to me, but then again, I have a whole new scene for my book. . .if only I ever have time to write it.

             Ah. Girl Dementors. What an interesting concept. . . but so true.