It was a Monday morning and as usual I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I put on some skinny jeans and a t-shirt and my favorite white converse.
As my mom drives me to school I quickly put on mascara and blush so I don't look too pale. Finally I pull up to Ironic High School, the only high school in this town. I give my mom a big kiss on the cheek and slowly walk inside.
I think I'm the only girl here that's not affiliated with a clique. I'm always by myself.. but I like it. There's this one group everyone knows because they're "popular". Most of the cheerleaders always pick on me but I don't know why. And all the jocks, with their red and black letterman jacket, always laugh at me when I walk by. Except one. I'd notice he never laughed at me. Not once. His name is Dylan. We actually went to elementary together, but never knew each other that well. I'll tell you one thing. He's dreamy.