Chapter 1: The Unbearable Beginning

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There I was, sitting in the classroom, next to my best friend. I felt like everyone was staring at me. How could I be so stupid? Why did school have to be so hard for me? I thought to myself as I sat in distress. I feel like the stupidest person in the school by now... I understand what I did and didn't do. But why must it happen to me?

My name is Crystal and I'm a freshman in the high school. I love being in activities that go with band. I play the xylophone and piano. It's been my favorite things to play ever since I was in middle school and my dream back in my hometown.

I am 5 foot 6 with medium-long, dark brown hair. My eyes are chocolate brown. Most of my friends call me "Daddy Long Legs" because of my freakishly long legs. I'm pretty shy around people, being the innocent, quiet girl. But around my friends, they'd want me dead because I'm so annoyingly loud.

I don't have many friends, but I do have a few people that actually give a crap about me. Thank goodness they accept me for who I am because without them, I'd be a nobody. Like, literally. My friends made me the monster that I am today. But other than that, I feel like I don't really have much people to be actual friends with me...

"Crystal MacKena," said my teacher.

Yes, MacKena is my last name. I hate it because it doesn't seem like a charming last name. All the jockies call me "Big Mac" so it just makes it worse than it already is... I look up from my worksheet that I was trying working on before I was interrupted by my teacher.

"Yes?" I said kind of sighing. I honestly hate when I'm called out in the middle of class, especially when it's completely silent.

"You have to go to Mrs. C's classroom. You didn't get good grades on your progress report."

This is where my life was completely starting to screw up in school. This is the unbearable part of my life that is embarrassing for everyone to see about me. I'm the really quiet person so I don't give a lot of who I am to people. But great, now I have to deal with this crap.

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