They think I'm a lost cause. I've learned to accept the fact that no one is going to want me. After lots of sleepless, silent nights of sobbing I've learned to accept that people would never want the darkhaired sullen-faced brat who never spoke a word to anyone over the blond, bubbly girl. I awoke to a shaking of my shoulders. I almost screamed but a warm hand immediately covered my mouth. It was a boy of my age. His skin was noticeably tan against my pale skin. He had blue eyes that pierced me inside. My stomach did a flip. "Happy Birthday," he murmured.