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Riley

     Hi...my name is Riley. I go to school just like every other girl and boy. I actually am quite popular...somehow. I never thought of myself as better than anyone, but, yeah. I'm kind of awkward but people seem to like me. Maybe it's because of my brother. His name is Dawson. He also used to go to my school. We always used to hang out and walk to school together.

     A while back he died in a car accident. His car broke down right in the middle of our local train tracts and...you get the idea. Sometimes kids around the town think that they can hear his voice when they walk by the station. It really makes me mad that he was turned into some kind of ghost story. I don't want him to be remembered like that. Ever since that day, my mom has never been the same. She almost never gets out of bed and the counter is always littered with pills she takes for her depression. Every once in a while, a doctor will march up to her room to see her.

    Although some people might think differently, my life is far from perfect. At school I have a main group of friends. Their names are Jennifer, Jodi, and Gwen. They always stick by me but I don't think they understand what I'm going through. I just laugh and try to hide the pain. I honestly think they can see right through me, but are too afraid to ask if I need help. I would probably just say something like "No, I'm fine!!!!" or "I just need some time!!!!".  

     Some days I want to get away from it all. Most nights are spent studying for things that I will never end up using in real life, drowning my sorrows in My Chemical Romance songs, episodes of The Office that I have seen a million times before, and YouTube. Distractions are all I need. I need to somehow find a way to distract from the fact that my life is falling apart right in front of me...and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. But enough with the complaining.

     Now usually I like to sit with my group of friends that sit right by the door at lunch. But today, I just couldn't. They all look so happy and talk about things that have no meaning. Such as who looks good in that new shirt or who's bell bottom jeans are tacky. Their words just spin around me like some kind of whirlwind of worthless words. Instead I decided to walk all the way over to the other side of the cafeteria, and to my friends surprise, sit with the loser girl, Piper. No, I shouldn't say loser... that's mean. She's not the most popular girl in the school but I knew she wouldn't talk to me if I sat across from her. She's probably too shy. I didn't want her to talk to me. I really just wanted to eat my lunch in silence.