You know what? I'm in a bad mood. A really bad mood. But, this book makes me happy, in fact, that's why I made this book; for me, and others, to read when they're in all sorts of moods. So, read and be happy because if you're happy, I'm happy, and if I'm happy my family is happy, and when my familt, well you get the point and I'm guessing it's the same for you. Enjoy!

IMAGINE YOURSELF...

Sitting on the bleachers. The gym was silent and dark. Not a sound could be heard, aside from your sniffles and occasional sobs. You sat with your hands to your face wondering whatever you've done to make them hate you.

Why did that say that? Is it true? They're probably right, I'm not smart, pretty, cool, I don't have nice cloth-

"Are you okay?" A voice asked and you jumped two feet in the air. You shot him a glare once you realized who it was. It was one of the popular kids, in fact, he was one of the kids that you were crying about right now.

"What do you want? What are you going to criticize now? Oh, how about my hair? You still haven't laughed about that." He just stared at you for a moment. His eyes were soft and you turned away realizing you were also staring.

You heard another bang on the bleachers and noticed that he was climbing up.

"I asked if you were alright?" You turned from because you didn't want him to see the blush forming on your cheeks. He actually cares!

"Why would you care?" You spat while looking back at him. He sighed while looking at his hands then back up at you.

"Because I...well, it's hard to explain and it's better if I show you." You raised an eyebrow wondering what he was getting at. Suddenly, you felt his lips against yours. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer.

You pulled away, realization hitting you hard.

"Who told you to do this? What are you getting from this?"

"Nothing, I-"

"Yeah, right," tears stung your eyes, "Just tell your friends that you did whatever they bet you to do. I'll go along with it, I promise." And with that you ran away.

If only you knew he actually cared. That it wasn't just a bet, but a wish.