Names × l.h. (ON HOLD TOO, SORRY)

Nerd, weirdo, dweeb, freak. That's names they call me.

Those four words, or even more than four, affected me so badly. I used to listen to everything they say. The negativity used to get to me and mess up my life. Used to.

Then on seventh grade, this guy—Hemmings— run into me, or maybe I was the one who run into him. The irony was, we were both listening to the same song.

I'm not really good at socializing but we were both outcasts. So why not stick together and maybe, just maybe, it'll help?