School.
Every day of school is exactly the same for me. It is so uneventful. I live such a miserable life, but I never really noticed.
I get ready, eat breakfast, and walk out the door. "Bye Kacey," Mom says. "Say hi to that boy you danced with for me, okay?" Ever since I told her I have danced with Brandon, she has been going crazy about it, like now. It is so annoying!
"His name is Brandon, by the way."
"Okay, well, say hi to Brandon for me!"
"Mom, I'm not like engaged with him or anything! I'm not even his girlfriend! So stop asking me to do that stuff, okay?!"
"Bye." I walk out the door.
She nods in reply.
"Sure. Sorry." She seems so upset. I feel really bad for what I did. But I won't show her that I feel guilty.In the bus, I am sitting in my "new" spot. I turn and look over my left shoulder and face Amara. What happend to her?
Amara used to be this goody two-shoes, I think to myself. She used to never care for boys or makeup or fashion.
I laugh at all our memories together. I miss how everything used to be in sixth grade. I used to be bullied, but she saved me and kept me from all the dangers in sixth and fifth grade. It seems almost impossible that we used to be friends.
I sigh and I turn away. Suddenly, I see Brandon looking at me from the seat diagonal from me. Why is he looking at me? Is it because of yesterday? Did he figure out? OH NO!
I look at him more closely. Wait a minute- is he smiling?
He is smiling! But why?
I turn away, pretending that I didn't notice. Does he like me?
No. No way. That is not possible. I scoot over -because no one is next to me- and look out the window and up to the sky as if searching for answers.

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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...