"Thank you for today," Kelly says smiling next to me. She stares at the magnificent sunset in front of us as the Ferris wheel slowly turns around. "Thank you for coming," I say smiling too. This feels so calming. I couldn't imagine a better way to end our Saturday. "I'm glad I did. Or else I wouldn't have seen that epic stare-down with Marlene." She says looking at me. She winks and then she starts laughing. "Stop, it's not that funny," I say nudging her with my elbow. She continues laughing and I stare at her. She's enjoying this disaster of a situation I'm in a little too much. I need her to take this seriously. "Yes, it is that funny. She was shaken. She couldn't believe you shut her down like that. I couldn't believe it too. That was iconic." She says her voice getting louder. "I wish I saw it the way you see it. I just see my doom at the end of the road." I say and she rolls her eyes at me. Finally, she stopped laughing. " If you let her bully you, you'll have a hard time

"Hey," Oliver says when I step out of the bathroom. I look down the hallway ready to see a million pairs of staring at me but there's no one there. There's only him and Kelly. "Hey?" I say looking at him. He smiles and I feel my eyes welling up. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I am panicking. Is this where he breaks up with me? Is this where he breaks my heart? I can't imagine how hurt I am going to be if he tells me it's over. "Do you want to get out of here?" He asks smiling. I look around us wondering if he means me. And not forgetting the fact that we have to go to class. We can't just skip school. "We can't just disappear," I say and he nods. "Yes, we are." He says and he turns to look at Kelly. "She'll call you later." He says and Kelly nods looking at me. Oliver takes my hand and leads me towards the back of the school, toward the school hall. We walk past a few classes, and I half close my eyes terrified. I've never skipped school before. I feel like we are

End of the school day  I'm glad this day is over. What Marlene pulled on Ryo was terrible. Thkis is bullying on another level. Why are highschool girls so mean? I breathe in the fresh air happy to be out of this oppresive building. I'm going home and going to take a long bath and fall asleep on my comforatable bed. I don't have time for all this drama. As a matter of fact Ryo is also not into all this drama. My phone pings and I take t out of my bag and smile. I'm glad to see Ryo's name pop up on the scren.Hey Thank you for todayI know I freaked out when I saw that pictureI'll forever be thankful to you for being there for me I'm fine now I'll see you tomorrow Ry  "How is your little friend doing?" Marlene says behind me and I amost scream.

"Hi," Jameson says when I open my front door. He smiles and then he opens his mouth to say something. I stand still and wait to hear what he has to say. I can imagine he has a lot to say about the picture. I don't want to hear what he has to say but I won't stop him. Jameson is a good guy and I know he won't say anything to hurt my feelings And I can't be mad at him. He's not the one that turned me into a joke. "Am I early?" He says and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Yep," I say stepping aside to let him walk in. "That's cool." He says as I close the door.  "This way," I say leading him to my mother's plant room."Wow!" He says his voice getting so loud. I look at him shocked at the emotion he just displayed. I sometimes forget how beautiful this place is because I live here. But every time someone new sees it I am reminded of its beauty. "Oliver told me about this place but my imagination coul

For the first time in months, I feel like myself. That incident with Marlene brought me back to reality. She reminded me of who I was before I started dating Oliver. She reminded me how much I loved the simple things. How much I loved going to work. How I loved being invisible. I love being in my own world. I loved that I didn't pretend to be someone else to be liked by others. As a matter of fact, I didn't care what other people thought of me. I had a solid idea of who I was. I didn't need people to clap for me, I didn't need anyone to tell me that I am beautiful. My father taught me that the opinions of other people don't matter. He taught me to stand tall and stand by what I say and what I do. He would remind me every day that the world would try to break me. All I had to do was be true to myself and I would survive. When Oliver and I started dating I got swept up by the whimsy of the moment. I forgot who I was. Suddenly I cared way too much what people that were looking at him