137
		137. That's a high number. A number filled with problems. I don't have friends because of that number. I'm too shy to make friends. Besides everyone is so obsessed with someone they've never met. I don't have time for that I'm too busy not sleeping. I'm too smart but not smart enough. People who think they know me say that I'm funny and that they bet I have lots of friends. All the money in the world won't make me popular. I used to have a friend, a true friend. Her name was Shirley. She knew me, the real me. Then she went away. I guess she wasn't a true friend. Then there's Rachel. I can be myself around Rachel but I can't tell her anything. I can't tell her that my mom has no job and we hide money all over our house so my mom's friends don't steal it. I didn't even tell her we were moving she found out by seeing a sign in our yard and truck on our driveway. My parents don't know me. No one does. All they see is a shy, funny 137 who can't spell.