Have you ever experienced in such of a coma, wishing you could just die? Or be isolated for almost a year, sitting at lunch alone and talk with no one? Or be disgusted by people and being abused of drunk parents?

I have. And it hurts a lot, although I have got used to it. 

I was the only kid back in junior who doesn't have any friends, who was considered as a freak and a total loser. I was being honest, life was miserable.

I couldn't blame myself for being sarcastic at, and I managed to handle all the laughter alone for 9 years. I wouldn't blame the people who made fun of me either, probably they were having shitty day, so I really couldn't blame them for expressing their anger..on me.

I didn't care of what people said to me, sometimes I would've just ignored them and pretend, I was alone.

But that doesn't stop me from achieving my goals. 

Back in junior, I was the teacher's pupil. Always being on time at class, always volunteered to help and always be kind to people. That way, teachers were the only ones who truly respected me.

But that was just the past. 

Now, I'm in Highschool, and again, I didn't have any friends. But that's okay, I didn't really care much. I was an ordinary freshmen, so it's a fresh new start. Everyone must've experienced that. So my ambition for now is just to have make at least, a friend.

I didn't really have a high hope though, just attempting. Since I never had a friend before.

What is friendship anyways? Why is it important in our lives? Couldn't we just live alone without friends? I didn't really know, I usually wondered.

If life is an ice cream, would friendship be the whipped cream on top? Or the whipped cream would just help life melt away?

I didn't know for sure, and it was a new experience for me to wondered about it. Back at elementary, I would never bothered. I would only stay in a random corner, took out a novel and begin reading. I wouldn't be bothered by anyone and it's the also the other way around.

I wouldn't considered myself nice and pretty for people to have expectations when it comes to making, friends.

I mean, I'm completely different from other girls at school. I was the least of beauty and most people never even tried to have a small chat. I was normal with that, though.

I have long straight brownish hair, a grey-greenish eyes that makes people confused, I wore a pair of baggy jeans, sports T-Shirt and a pair of untied Nike shoes. I was quite ordinary, didn't look much of a delinquent for people to notice.

I was being a plain Jane, c'mon, what's the point of coming to school? Wearing the latest fashion and being a wannabe? I didn't ask for popularity.

I was being honest.

I think that's mostly why people isolated me, for real, I was being too honest and realistic for people to fantasize.

And I think it's just my personality, I didn't get why people hated it.

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I don't like being famous, I didn't want to be an attention seeker.

I started my school day normally, getting my baggy jeans stuffed and took out the school gym wear. First period was P.E, alright. I thought to myself, getting up and wait for others.

Just as I thought, the P.E teacher arrived, told the class to form a line.

We exercise for a moment then all got up, sweating. 

"This is hellish. P.E sucks." 

"I know. Ugh, wonder why people even like this shit."

Some of the "cool kids" laughed and joked around. I look at them, shook my head then returned practicing.

"Wow, trying to catch attention. That slut." 

"I know, she's not even better than my bare foot!"

The "cool kids" begin to make fun of me, I ignored them. But once it got too far, I sighed and rolled my head at their direction.

"Look. I didn't want to say this but, fuck you."

The "cool kids" got shocked. They left their mouth open until it was recess, I took out my water bottle and left.

See why, school can sometimes be cruel to us, but just get over it. We'll be alright. Right?

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Lunch has started, I bought a sandwich covered up in a plastic bag, then I walked to the vending machine.

That's where I met Jay Olivers. The most popular boy in school. 

He was going with his girlfriend, I assumed, they were chatting through out the hallways when he noticed me.

"Huh-Emma? I-Is that you?" He looked at me. I confusedly stopped for a moment, standing there thinking "Is he going to pester me?" But I was wrong, instead, he ran to me and almost I was caught by him hugging tightly.

"Wait-" I panicked, backing away from him. But he manipulated me. His eyes met mine, bright ocean blue. Damn, he's hot.

I wasn't lying, judging from the looks, I can tell he was a player. He has blonde curly hair, bright eyes with a heart tattoo on his arms, he wore designer clothes and he was pretty well built.

Beside him was Mia Heartstone, she freaked out seeing me and him, of course. She was the most popular girl in school. Let me tell you about her.

She's a former, perfectly slim with long wavy pink hair. Her eyes were light blue, with trendy suits on, she was certainly a beauty. However, her attitude remained same, mean and very mean.

She could ruin anyone's reputation just by making freak out.

And I think, I'm in that situation.

"Babe-What are you doing with that freak!?" Mia glared at me coldly, I look back at her and smile the I-have-no-idea-what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-her-boyfriend look.

I pushed him away, hesitated for a moment then once again stared at him for 3 seconds.

"My girl, where have you been?"

He asked me a question that makes Mia Heartstone mad. 

Drama's coming....I shook my head once again, trying to act all normal.

"Look, I don't know why are you flirting with me, but you need to check on your girlfriend first," I quickly said, turning away slowly. "For now, I gotta go..Heheh.." 

I quickly ran away from them, man that was dramatic. I thought to myself, again.

How many troubles am I having now...Ugh..

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