It was Saturday night. I was getting ready for oceana in my brown knee length skirt and my favourite yellow jumper. I thought my outfit would be the best...until I got to the disco. Everyone was lined up outside in tight short dresses and high heals. I stood their in my old lady outfit and green Wellington boots. Everyone laughed at me and threw rocks at me. There was a young boy my age in them all who wasn't laughing. Our eyes met from across the road and I felt something in my stomach. But i couldn't stay here, everyone was laughing at me and shouting horrible stuff at me. I ran away crying. I couldn't stand this. I sat on a bench and buried my head in to my hands, crying. I felt so humiliated, I wasn't like the other girls. Nobody wanted me...or so I thought.