I never really thought about being hurt by someone, neither was I ever hurt by anyone. I always felt empathetic for people, nothing ever bothered me personally. Until I met him...
I tried to leave my best impression on them, I didn't know I was trying too hard and that no one really cares until you do something wrong or make a big move.
That's how it works, you're either popular or you're the one sitting in the corner with no one to talk to. You can already tell which one I am.
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But I didn't know that I was a 'big deal' when I first came in. I met a friend, he asked me
"Did you know that you're popular and everyone talks about you, as the new transfer?"
I looked at him with a perplexed expression, I wasn't expecting that at all and I was clearly surprised. I thought maybe I have some potential here. I zoned back in and smiled at him.
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First days are always boring and you just get to know what your classes and teachers are like, at least you get to see your friends.
~Disclaimer~
First of all, I have a very sarcastic and ironic sense of humor so bear with me.
Second, most of what I say or do is exaggerated so don't take it the wrong way.
Third and last, I haven't found my first love. Wait, you'll find out.
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heartbreaker
Teen FictionIt's all about my heart being played with and being shattered into a thousand pieces. I make things simple... at least I try. Based on my real life. This is short, let's just get into the story.
