I used to think my life was average. I was just a girl. I had friends and a group and we weren't popular but we weren't unpopular either. We were just happy how we were. The Secret Seven,as Johnnie called us. Just a group of different people with different interests who somehow just fit. Like Rachel, the popular badass "You break my heart I break your neck" girl compared with sweet Johnnie, who was nice to everyone, and spent most of his time reading or writing his next story.
I wasn't "One of the guys" or a girly girl. I was just me. Just a cynic who hung out and went to school and had fun. But one day, I realised I needed more. More than average. I needed Fireworks. And that's exactly what I got. A few too many, but it made my life a lot more exciting. I used to think I didn't need friends, or a life, but I was wrong. Everyone needs that. Everyone needs Fireworks.