People say that somethings you remember forever and hold onto. And that the good things never leave you. Well, they do sometimes. I remember when I met my childhood best friend.  We met in 1st grade. I accidentally stepped on her shoe in line. I kept happening and happening and I apologized each time. At recess we threw crayons on the roof for some odd reason. We became best friends for that year and second grade.  Too bad I I had to leave and lost contact. 3rd grade was different. New people. New school. New teachers. But somehow I didn't have one best friend. I jut had a group of friends.  But they never liked me. I've never been liked.  I I still hung around with them even though they didn't want to me around. That's one of my flaws. I never seem to figure out that I'm not wanted sometimes.  That's how it's been ever since I moved from my first school. I've been lonely and broken. Jr. High not wanted. Bullied. Depressed. Treated unfairly.  Start if high school, the same way.  And it'll continue.  I don't mind sitting in the hall by myself or following around my "friends", but I only wish for one thing. And that is 1 true friend.