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Eliana Guerrieri Julia U never talk 2 us anymore, and u never wanna hangout! It’s not our fault u shut us out. Liz Exactly^ U guys don't understand. This is so hard for me to talk about:( Julia If u trusted us, u would tell us what’s wrong. Do u trust us? Of course I do! If I told u, then… then you might hate me. Julia We’re ur best friends! Plz tell us. Ugh Julia Fine, I guess we aren’t. Im leaving, bye. No wait! Liz help me out. Liz I’m so sorry, Ari Bye That was last night. Currently, I sit alone at lunch. Liz and Julia are across the cafeteria, laughing with-I suppose-their new friends. Well, at least their first day of highschool is going good. I feel as if everybody is staring at me. Today, I woke up late, and had no time. …show more content…

I sat alone, too shy to make new friends, and still looked like crap. I don’t blame anyone except myself, really. I mean, I was selfish and that’s how I lost Liz and Julia. Who would wanna be friends with an ugly, mean, selfish, and boring …show more content…

How about you?” I ask. Someone is actually talking to me. That’s a first. “Me too! Wait do we have any classes together?” “Um, I don't think so.” I rub my hands across my jeans. I always get so nervous talking to new people. “Awe, darn. Hey, you should sit with me at lunch sometime! Theres like a whole art table. We are complete nerds when it comes to art,” she says laughing. “I suppose you are too?” “Haha, yeah, I guess I am. I gotta go, I’ll miss the late bus. See ya tomorrow.” “See you tomorrow!” I pick up my rose flower bag and walk outside to the bus. Maybe I will sit with Megan at lunch. Maybe this is my chance to move on. Thank god for art club! “Hey, Ariana!” Megan greets me at her table with a grin. The whole table looks at me. “Hey,” I say, looking down, fiddling with the bracelet around my wrist. “Don't be shy!” she says, “I’ll introduce you to everyone. This is Sarah” she points to a girl with dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. “And this is Ella” she points to a girl with short hair, dyed dark blue. “And this is Jack” she points to a boy with short black hair. “Oh, and this is Justin.” Justin’s cheeks turn red. He looks up, and smiles. His teeth are so perfect, and his smile is so

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