Whenever I sleep, I replay the whole day in my head and I think about what to do the next day. I never waste my time.
I cannot believe a boy likes me. I even like him back! Ooooh! This is sooo perfect!
But I ruined it.
What if I told him my name?
NO. Then he would have screamed. He would know what I meant by Kacey. I am Kacey. The Kacey Laurens. And I am popular in a bad way.
But what if...
What if I dress differently? Have different hair? Maybe even wear some makeup? Will that make him notice me? I don't know. I don't even know what he likes.
But what if I tell him that the girl he met was Kacey? Would he hate me? Or would he still like me?
No matter what, I would still like him. He was so nice. Not to mention really cute. I have never liked a boy before. Is this really real? Or is it all... just a dream? Brandon. What a nice name.
I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.
"Nope, not a dream," I say out loud.
I don't know what happens next, because I fall asleep.
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My Name is Insecurity
General FictionOutside the door of the auditorium, there is a table with a girl standing behind it. "Hey!" she greets me kindly. No scowl. No sense of rudeness. She is not ignoring me! This must take some getting used to. "Hi!" I reply back. "How can I...
