She sat in the back of the class today. Always from all her friends.
Her face was stone cold as she listened to what the teacher had to say.
At lunch you sat at the middle table. You made friends with the baseball team. You got popular fast, once you stopped wearing all those baggy sweatpants and hoodies.
You were no longer the sad weird boy without a dad. You were the fresh bad boy with the troubled past and mysterious eyes.
And she was a nobody. Like you once were.
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Short Story"I'm happy because there's already so much hate in the world. If I can make the world just a little bit happier with just a smile, I will do it."
