The boy smiled sympathetically, "it'll get easier, you know? Being different is not all bad." "It's easy for you to say. You get all the girls. Everyone likes you." The boy laced his fingers with her's fingers and pulled her hand towards his heart. "Hey, look at me," the boy demanded. The girl looked at the boy. "Id rather be in your company than in any of those other girls. You're beautiful, kind and powerful."