Senior year. They say that it is one of the best year of your life. You're pretty much king of the school. Well, in my case queen.
I was never really a popular kid. I was always the girl you went to if you needed help on homework or need to hangout with someone when all your friends ditched you. You see, I was that girl. That was me. Everyones second choice. There was only one exceptional person that would make me his first choice. The funny part is, he was considered everyone's second choice too.
Patrick was never one to fit in, but neither was I. Yeah, he had a couple friends but I'd really never talked to them. He always tried to keep me away from them, and I never really knew why.
I'd know Patrick since freshman year. He was in my seventh period class, otherwise know as biology. Our friendship was a complete accident. It all started with a pencil, a clipboard, a very unsturdy lab table, a 150 gallon aquarium, and some glass jars filled with cow eyes....this is a true rollercoaster.......
