Freshman

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      Freshman year, was quite possibly the best year of my High School experience. Shocking, isn't it?

To say that High School was awful and completely terrible, wouldn't be a total lie. There were some fun days but I in general do not like school. Not because of the homework but because of the people.

See, I went to one of the best High Schools in the State. Meaning there was a standard you had to follow.

Like any "normal" high school, you have the preppy and snobby rich kids who were always the teachers favorites. Then you have the really artsy people, the ones who literally have a talent for anything or everything. However, my personal favorites are the country hicks. The people who are not afraid to show they know a thing or two about the woods or do not care  what other people think. I wish I had that ability.

Last but definitely not least, are the below average, semi-normal people.  That's where I fit in.

I am different. I don't fit in well with other people, in fact you would even say I stand out from the crowd. I look different, I am definitely not your average teenage girl.

But forget that you came to see about the boy I was in love with.

His name was Conner Layne. He was not real special. Other girls didn't find him real attractive but I did.

Our freshman year, he had super curly hair and glasses. But he was the most adorable person I had ever seen. I had never met him, just seen around. In the halls, I would pass him and just watch him until I ran into people.

I always thought I was never going to be able to meet him until my very best friend from middle school came up to me one day with Conner in tow, telling me he was her new boyfriend. I was hurt.

I couldn't blame her though because I had never told her. In fact, I never really told anyone because I only had a few friends in school.

He was her new toy, her new thing to play with. She was the popular, pretty girl, who had a new boy and got all the attention. I was the girl who wasn't know by her name but by what I was. Karlies best friend. Super nice, isn't it? I was the shy girl who hung out with the popular girl.

Looking back I realize how stupid I was for hanging out with her because it all came back to bite me in the butt.

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