I can't remember what day it was, it was probably late September, when school started. I was attending Black Water Middle School, and I hated it. I was bullied constantly by this group of kids, so I sat alone to avoid them. My home life, as explained before, was terrible as well, so I hated life, I hated the kids who bullied me, I hated the world. What was this existence?.. Does God even want me here? Plenty of times, I begged for him to just kill me, in some freak accident, to spare me. Or give me a purpose. But, all I got was silence, I felt as if he were mocking me. I hated everything.

This continued month after month, until we hit November.. the funny thing is, the day I met her, was when I started this story. November 23, 2012. She was in the group who bullied me, but she was always silent, and always said sorry softly. Not that it meant much to me anyhow. She was a cheerleader, and hung out with all the jocks and bitches. Why even say sorry? I was scum. Who cared? not her clique, not God, not my counselors, my therapists, my teachers. It was just a repeating CD, "Kids can be mean, just remember, Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." Yeah... Right, don't try to tell me that the mental and emotional destruction of a person hurts less than a broken bone. I would of rather been in a full body cast at that point in my life.

It was lunch time, 11:30 sharp, and I can clearly remember that day, the shit pizza, and terrible broccoli, I just got out of science, with a woman I can't remember. I went to the table to the VERY left, coming in, reserved for kids with allergies, disabilities, and no friends. And you know, one would of thought I would of made a friend there, but yeah, hahaha, even they didn't speak to me. No one did, unless it was to bully me, call me names, pull my hair, something annoying. Sarah's clique had just got done with their routine of passing by, sticking food in my hair, and calling me names like faggot, worthless. It made me cry every day, but I won't admit it to their faces. I wish I could see them now, and beat the shit out of them..

I remember looking up at their table, wondering why they hated me so much, if they just had a reason, maybe I could understand. But she was absent, and that was different, she was always with them. Right in the middle of this thought, I felt someone messing with the back of my head. I suspected to turn around to see a kid with gum, but to my surprise, there was Sarah. I roughly asked what she was doing, and she held up some pepperoni, pulling out more from my hair. She was, helping me.. Right now, you might not see this as big, something along the lines of, "I would of helped." but it was like I had an STD, no one wanted to even look at me. I just sat there in shock.

After she finished, she combed her fingers through my hair, to straighten it a bit, and then she asked me what I used to get my hair soft. For the first time, I was speechless. She asked me again, "Cmon, don't be scared.. What do you use? It feels so fluffy and soft!" Her.. chipper tone, made me have cold chills. I stared at her, and then I whispered, "Just, Dove Shampoo.. my hair is oily as is, so no conditioner.." I was ready to be laughed at, but she just nodded, smiling. And she meant the smile.

She then started to question me, as her bitch of a boyfriend started yelling about touching a faggot, and she flipped him off. I was so surprised, and so was he. He went silent. She asked about my life, my grades, everything. She even gave me several compliments. So I asked her if it was a prank, her coming over and talking to me, just to fuck with me, and she replied so gently, "Of course not Shane.. I am so sorry about my 'friends' they are jerks." I was astounded. She just smiled and asked, "Hey, move your hair, I wanna see your eyes." Once again, I was in shock. So she parted my hair for me, and I have parted my hair the same since... She just, stared into my eyes, and said, "You have the most gorgeous eyes ever." I froze. Me? Get a compliment like that? No way. She then proceeded to tell me to keep my hair out of my face, and show it off. She said I was to hot to cover it.

By this time, her group was over, picking on me, just a bit, and she yelled at them for it, as they carted her away. I clearly remember her looking back and smiling, as lunch ended.. And that, was how we met..