• The first day of Junior High, and Caitlin was tremendously excited to start. With a great five years in Elementary school, she expected best friends, great friendships, and great grades. Sadly, her fantasy didn't come true.
    "Hi, my name's Caitlin Grey, and you?"
    "Scarlet. Why do you want to know," the girl said dully.
    "Just wanted to say hi! What's wrong?"
    "You think something's wrong with me?"
    "No, no, it's just that you look really depressed."
    "Excuse me? Get out of my face."

    Caitlin walked away. Certainly not a good start, she spoke to herself. She walked to homeroom right away, hoping that she would have a good conversation in class. Even in the classroom, the blinds were closed, the lights were on (although they were dim), and most of the kids wore black. She thought she just was in a homeroom with a lot of goths, but it didn't stop her from trying to talk to someone.
    "Hi, my names Caitlin Grey! I'm a new freshman."
    "Isn't everybody?" the girl snapped.
    "True! Funny! Ha, ha," she pretended.
    "Yeah." The girl changed seats real quick before she was even finished talking. Caitlin sighed.
    After class, she went to her locker to grab her books for her next class. A girl came next to her. It must of been her locker.
    "Hi, my name's Caitlin!" she said, trying to shake hands, but the girl didn't, so she put her hand down awkwardly.
    "So?"
    "Um, what's your name?"
    "Denise, why?"
    "Oh, nothing. I was just asking. Wanna sit next to me at lunch?"
    "No. I don't sit next to people."
    "Why not?"
    "People are dark, sneaky people and I want nothing to do with them."
    "Trust me, I'm not like that."
    "Doesn't matter. I sit alone, and walk home alone, eat alone, play alone, and that's exactly how I like it."
    "Ok. But, why don't you try?" Just then the bell rang.
    "I don't want to." and she left.
    "Well, isn't she a conservative," Caitlin said to herself.

    After every class, the answer was always, "No," "No," "NO," "No". So, she walked to the cafeteria alone, but she wasn't sitting alone. She decided to sit next to Denise.
    "Hi," she called as she neared Denise's table.
    "I told you not to sit next to me."
    "I know, but I really want to. It doesn't hurt, does it?"
    "Um, kinda," Denise sassed back. They stayed silent for some time.
    "Isn't this lunch, um, so nasty?"
    "Looks like it."
    "Oh, yeah! You didn't order."
    "That's 'cause I don't like it. Can you leave me alone?"
    "Fine." Caitlin walked away disappointed. The plan wasn't working. She wasn't going to stay for the rest of the year sitting, eating, playing, and walking all by herself like a lot of the people at the school.
    "If they won't be nice to me, I don't think I'll be nice to them," Caitlin verbalized to herself. She's never thought of acting in such a way, but she was just on the brink of giving up when Denise came up and sat next to her.
    "Oh, hi! You decided?"
    "I don't what I'm doing, but I have to tell you something. I'm not the type to do this, but.............

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