I'm a boy. Just an ordinary boy like most boys. I'm 14 years old. I was raised in Paris and then me and my family moved to Moscow for a better life. I don't have any friends back then when I was in Paris. No one liked me. I didn't know why. When I moved here, I made friends. Finally, I had friends. But, I felt nothing, i felt They avoided me. Yes, I feel lonely. I went to park near my home. I saw a girl with ponytail. She looked cute. She was alone. She didn't do anything. She kept her silent. I wanted to talk with her, but I was afraid. What's wrong with me? I became a loser. In another day, I planned to go to park. And then I saw her. She was alone. Same as the first time I saw her.
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