I dont really know what it was that drew me to Michael; it could of been the fact that he mostly kept to himself, oblivious to what was happening around him during third period where he would constantly scribble in his worn out notebook that he seemed to carry everywhere he went. Or it could of been the fact that he was everything my parents would dissaprove of. He was what they called "A lost hope", someone who had such big dreams for themself, dreams that wernt realistic. I think thats what I loved most about him, the fact that he didnt seem to care about what others thought, or most importantly about what others thought he couldnt do. But I think it was the fact that he was everything I wanted to be; spontanious, free willed, happy. That was sometning I struggled with. Having to keep up this good girl image that my parents wanted me to be, that they raised me to be. When all I wanted to do was just me- the real me.