Not long ago, I traveld to France. I wanted to get a new start, maybe even new friends. My old life was miserable. I slithered around thinking that I had to be like those popular girls. Those with rich parents and clothes for a whole town. I was acsepted, they liked me, but not for long. Once I tried to be different, they completely oversaw me.
I started being all alone, the girls never contacted me again. I felt so lonely. Until a boy showed up. I was really unfear to him, I never thank him. I never realised that he was my true friend. He was my "nice" guy.
He had a terrible sence of humor, but he always made me laugh. We talked, we hung out. I actually had a great time.
I do not know what I would do if he had not showed up. I would probably go crazy. Maybe even more lonely. I could have done real bad things. I hade those real bad thoughts of those who betrayed me.
He is the reason I fought back. The reason I traveld to France. I studied for a long time. My grades got better and better.
I moved on.
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FanfictionHave you ever met someone, really nice? And I do not mean one of those "Nice" guys who pretend to be your friend. A person that respect you as you are. Someone you can trust, count on and get to know a little more, day by day. Not those persons that...
