This isn’t a love story. It was never meant to be. It is simply me - the new girl, the bad boy, the one person who understands him and our experiences together.
He was labeled, she was labeled, but I wasn’t. Sure, he was in a gang, had drinking problems, smoked, but what if he did if just because he was expected to? So what if she was the good girl, the pretty blonde haired cheerleader, the popular one? Maybe she only did it because people expected that of her. And me? Well, I’m the invisible one, not popular, but not a loser either. I observe people. It’s my talent. But when I observe the way people act now...well, sometimes I wish that it wasn’t my talent.
This isn’t a love story, or a story about love. It’s a journey through life.
She is the newbie, most people hate her but some people love her. She is complicated and very hard to understand but when you get to know her you find out it's a mystery
I planned to come to this school to be the quiet, unnoticed, never bullied, lonely and not so friendly girl
But everything changed when I got three best friends and met the most amazing boy in the world
Am I gonna follow my boring and lonely plan?? Am I still gonna be daddy's baby?? Or am I gonna live my life to the fullest