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Hey, I'm Amy Grant. 15. I can't exactly describe myself since I don't have any special skills. I guess I'm just a loner. I can't exactly say that I have friends because they don't understand me. They react negatively when I say something. It's as if I am not given the privilege to speak about my own ideas.

I have friends, but if you look at it in my perspective, friends are those who control you.

I learned that I should just depend on myself to survive high school. I mean, what's the point of fitting in when all your doing is pretending in front of your friends? It's tiring if you ask me. So I decided being a loner might not be such a bad thing. Uhh...I think.

I close my locker shut while carrying a load of books. No one's gonna help me carry all of this. No friends? No help.

But I met this boy. He was the first person to acknowledge my presence in school. He accidentally hit me carrying my books. I seriously thought he wouldn't care at all. But he turned around and looked at me saying, "Sorry." I suddenly felt weak. I haven't seen a guy look at me until now.

He picked up my books and handed them to me. "Thanks." was all I could say. He smiled and nodded. He turned and walked towards his group that was waiting for him.

I could feel my face turn red and my heart pounding fast.

What is wrong with me?