Feeling like the outcast I was I looked around the room nervously, how could I have let her drag me here and then just leave me? I was stupid to fall for her little please. And she was supposed to be my best friend, she was supposed to hang out with me, not just leave me to my own. This party I was surrounded by sucked big time and I just wanted to go home, especially after a few times that people walked by, eyeing me as if I had a third eye placed ironically on my forehead; If they didn’t look at me like a freak then they just ignored me which was just as bad, ever were I tried to hide someone would run into me and blame the collision on me and told me I had no right to hang out at this party.

            I didn’t want to be there, I would have rather been blasted to the moon than to stand there in the hallway I was now stuck in, amongst smoke, and breathes smelling of beer. Loud music blasted from the speaker next to my left ear, and I felt that if I didn’t get as far away from it as possible right now I wouldn’t have any hearing left. Besides the fact that the music was way too loud, it was also playing a song that I hated the most, N’sync with ‘this I promise you’, or whatever it’s called.

            I tried to make my way out of the crowed hall and to somewhere safe to hide. I found my way out to the backdoor of Ashley Cunningham’s house; Mr. And Mrs. Cunningham were out of town, at a family reunion and Ashley had protested going and got to stay home, this party had been going since they left and most likely would continue until they arrived back in town.

            I found a porch swing and sat down quickly as someone else ran into me only to keep walking and never turn around to apologize or get a few curse words out or anything. I sighed loudly from my spot in the middle of the swing and looked around broadly at the night air, there was no one around outside and it was pretty peaceful if you could block out the music pounding away inside the house.

            Drew Pearson pulled up in his new Mercedes Benz. He got out and walked up the walkway up to the porch, it snickered at me being all alone, with a look I new all to well, it said ‘loser’ and that one looked made me feel terrible, I turned my head and looked away although I could steal feel him staring at me as he slowly walked up to the door. Once he reached the doorknob he grasped it and yanked the door open going into the house yelling something and making a few laugh. If he had dismissed my being a loser so quickly why couldn’t I? I kept thinking and wandering of just what everyone thought of me and realized most of them probably didn’t think of me at all. I played with my hands irritably as I thought of just getting up and walking home, although I lived almost all the way on the other side of town, and it was a very dark night out tonight. I heard a door creak and looked up to see someone come outside and sit down next to me. Figuring it was someone messing with me as usual in their cruel ways I ignored them at first until he turned his head toward me and I realized it was Brian. Brian was a sweet enough guy, and he never picked on me. He was in the popular crowd although he never did much with that crowd, and he never tried to get in with them or cared about them. He was always the one to get them to back off with the teasing on people, and apologize for his friends. He turned to me and spoke softly.

            “Hi Liz.”