No one is good

Chapter one - This girl

There was this girl I've seen around. The first time I ever really payed attention to her was in marching band. I remember our old band director lining us up in rows and she was directly behind me. Our band director must have said something like "look at who is around you" because I turned around and got a good look at her face. She smiled and waved as she said "hi" like a little four year old. My only thought was 'damn, she's so ugly.' I did that thing where you raise your eyebrows and fake a smile because there's an awkward vibe. She plays trumpet but she had to be a grade lower than me because she acted so childish. For some reason she had lots of friends. That made me think why I don't have more friends. Oh yeah, I hate talking to people and I'm socially awkward. After that thought, she didn't cross my mind again until the next school year. That's when things started to get crazy.