Once the sun had set, it was time for dinner. I didn't really want to eat, mostly because I'm a bit of a picky-eater and I'm worried that I will be judged on what I eat. But, my mother did tell me to interact with people more. I sighed and first went to my cabin. I realized that there was a hologram sign showing each of our YouTube icons. Mine I made myself, consisting of the statue of Rocky Balboa and the Phillies' Liberty Bell symbol using an app called AfterLight. I went inside using my key card and saw that my room was so cute and was very pretty. The room was decorated with white and navy blue decorations and furniture, and anchors were everywhere. I put on my long, black dress with pink flowers on it and my black sandals. The length of the dress gently touched my ankles when I walked. It made it look like I was floating on air. I had long hair, but then I decided to cut it down to a bob and donate my hair to charity. A girl diagnosed with cancer had bought my hair and sent me a letter with a picture of her and her new wig saying thank you. It was really sweet of her to send me a letter, so I replied back with a letter of hope for a successful treatment, and then we became pen pals ever since.

(A/N: I am currently in the process of growing my hair out to the length it needs to be so that it can be donated. Hopefully some lucky girl out there will get to have my hair. I'm making sure that my hair is nice and healthy. Right now it's a heap of volume haha.)

I put a little makeup on before going out. I wasn't that much of a makeup person, but the pimples that dotted my face were driving me crazy. Since I already had a scar on my forehead from my youth [separate from my pimples], I decided that one scar was plenty and that I didn't need to pop any pimples on purpose. On some occasions, my pimples would be hit by accident and popped. However, they left behind no scars because they were actually dead and were just being stubborn coming off by themselves. As soon as I was ready, I grabbed my little red purse and put some money in it and my phone just in case. When I opened the purse, a paper fell to the ground. I picked it up, and my heart sank a little. It was the ticket to a high school dance me and Scott went to together. I missed him so much. I put it on my nightstand and walked out of my room. I walked towards the dining hall, passing by a couple of YouTubers along the way.

I walked into the dining hall, and almost everyone looked at me.  I got nervous and my anxiety started to rise.  I saw Mark get up out of his chair and walk over to me.  "Hi.", he said. "Hi...", I replied, trying to not make eye contact with everyone else in the room. Mark noticed and he took my hand, "Come on, let's go to the table." He led me to the table where Felix, Mariza, Seán, Bob, Wade, Ken, and Cry were. Felix stood up and hugged me, "You look great Belle." I smiled and hugged back, "Thank you Felix." Mark pulled out a chair for me and smiled. I smiled at him and sat down. "Thanks Mark.", I said. He pushed the chair in gently, "You're welcome." He the sat down next to me. Felix sat on the other side of me and whispered in my ear, "Your parents told me about being a picky eater so I made sure that the chefs made you plain pasta, just the way you like it." I smiled, "Thank you so much." It was really nice of Felix to look out for me. It was like having a big brother.

During dinner, Mariza decided to start asking me questions. "So Belle, I heard that you're from Philadelphia.", she said. "Yes, I am. Well, technically I live just outside of the city in a small neighborhood. But the city isn't that far away. Even though the traffic into the city makes it seem like it's miles and miles ahead.", I replied. Wade smiled at me, "How old are you?" "I'm turning 15 in about a week.", I said. "I think you're lying....", he commented. Everyone at the table laughed.

After dinner, I sat in my room thinking about the new life I was going to have. What will I do? How will I entertain myself? How many friends will I make? Then, it dawned on me that I will never see the one person again. The one person that I loved and shall never love another.....

Scott......