Perfect as is

Every high school has it's cliques. There are the jocks, the goth kids, the nerds, the video gamers, the outcasts, and the cheerleaders. Every person fits in one group, right? Wrong. My name is Charlie. Charlotte Renee Johnson, and I don't fit in any. I'm not a jock, or a cheerleader, or an outcast. I'm none of them. I'm the average American teenager. I have bestfriend, who always has my back, and an obnoxious older brother who goes out of his way, just to annoy me. And like every other teenage girl, I have a crush. Like me, he doesn't fit in any of the categories, and doesn't seem to care. He's nice and smiles and always seems to have something interesting to say. We have woodshop and a lot of other classes together, and I see him all the time. Sounds great, right? Wrong again. I may notice him, but he doesn't seem to know that I exist. That is until our worlds collided. All it took was a shoelace for me to learn that my life was perfect as is.