• My head slowly looked up to see a boy dressed in our school uniform. It was Mike! He extended his hand slowly to help me up. I turned away from him in anger, "I don't need pity. I'm a strong girl and I need to learn to deal with things on my own." I said. He backed up slowly and sat against the row of lockers across from me. He dusted the ground before sitting.
    "I know this sounds awkward for me to say but, you know your never alone. I don't know what's going on at your house or why you tend to be the way you are, but there are a lot of people you don't even know about that care for you."
    For a moment there, I felt relieved to hear that coming from someone other than my friends. I stared at him wondering why he was being so nice after I treated him so cruelly. Then I realized, he probably went through the same things I did.

    "Not that I'm not grateful you care but...why help me? We hardly know each other." I asked.
    "It's hard to explain but I feel your pain and I'm just trying to help." He smiled.
    "Well then...I think I'm OK. I think I'll go to the library or something!" I said.
    As I walked up the hallway he called out to me awkwardly.
    "ONE LAST THING!" He demanded.
    "WHAT?!"I asked.
    "YOU'RE SKIRTS UP IN THE BACK!!" He laughed.
    I looked and saw he was right, flushed with embarrassment I pulled it down and ran down the hallway glowing with rage.

    Mom, could you see that/ If you could..why couldn't you warn me?!

    -WOW, ASIDE FROM MY EMBARRASSMENT, LET'S LEARN ABOUT THE NEXT PART. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I COME FACE TO FACE WITH MY FATHER WHO LEFT US WHEN I WAS BORN. WILL ALL HELL BREAK LOOSE OR WILL WE SETTLE DOWN AND FINALLY BECOME A FAMILY...STAY TUNED!-