September 5. Another year. A typical fifteen girl would be ecstatic to turn sixteen, but not me. I have nothing to be happy about. My adoptive parents don't care. They never have. The only person in my life that cares the least bit is Shawn. He's been with me through everything, since fourth grade, the year I was adopted. Honestly, I don't know why Shawn is still keeping up with me. He has it all. The looks and the personality, and his voice. His voice is the most beautiful voice I've ever heard and can bring a smile to my face instantly. And then there's me. Brynn Taylor. The adopted freak, who has one friend. Another fun thing about today? It's the first day of sophmore year.