Patch of Daisies
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I hid in the shadows and went through part of high school unnoticed and invisible, as if I were a ghost. Nobody paid attention to me, unless if people were calling me names, as I was labelled as a nerd.
I spent most of my days in the library, and have high grades, so I see why they call me a nerd. And a loser. And a freak...
But all of this changed when I moved schools, and moved across the country. I had my chance of a new start, and to change. And of course, I grabbed on to this chance, and held on to it for dear life. Nobody would know who I am, and I can make friends, and be noticed.
I won't be a nobody...
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