Westley McGee was a sixteen-year-old girl with no real friends and no Pops to call her own. Being a trapped fish in a barrel, she prays that high school won't kill her perfect world. New people, new conversations, and new subjects were never as eyeball-popping to her as these. She just hopes she can handle that one guy across the room and that one girl sitting on her left. Perhaps candy can suck away all her nonexistent problems? Note: Story is currently on hold but will return in a few months. The story is about a third of the way through but I've been stuck in a rump of author's block. Hold tight folks! Story isn't disappearing! Just taking a break :).All Rights Reserved