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The boy's name is Finn Berkley, I found out, and he's a Junior. He is kind and smart and imaginative. He is head of the school newspaper and member of the school's choir. He also plays the banjo. He's interesting and fun and the best thing is that he takes an interest in me.

"You don't say much, do you?" he asked me earlier at my locker. He had been talking about plans for college. He wanted to be a writer. I had simply smiled and nodded until he addressed me fully. I shook my head to answer his question. He didn't say anything after that for awhile.

"You should," he finally said. "I would love to know more about you."

"No you wouldn't," I whispered and walked away.

The alien cloud of otherness thought this was sad of me but I knew it was true. I'm not that interesting. Both Finn and the otherness disagree.