Charitys POV:
"See you later for dinner honey!" mom said. As I got on the bus, the second day of school, all I could think about was how long this year would take. Another year of being judged, not being good enough, not fitting in, another year of getting pushed into lockers, yay. As I struggled to get to the back of the bus, I scanned isles of people with their friends, giggling and talking, but then you saw me. A brown haired fat hazel eyed loser in the back of a bus, alone. God, I spent my whole summer reading and staying inside, noone wants to hangout with me so why should I make them.
