Chapter 1

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I poke my fork into a crunchy piece of lettuce.

I bring it to my mouth and eat it.

"It's so wierd how you always eat healthy foods," Nicole says, her mouth stuffed with greasy foods.

"I'm eating salad because I like it. And you eat healthy foods sometimes, too!" I point out.

"Yeah, but I don't eat it every single day. Don't you ever eat unhealthy foods?" Nicole complains.

I laugh.

I steal a glance at the popular table. Nicole would be sitting there if she decided not to be friends with me. Then I'd be sitting here on this isolated table all alone.

Nicole would easily pass for a popular kid, with her pretty complexion and perfect caramel-colored hair. She has a few dark brown freckles, but "just the right amount".

Me?

My dark red hair is the color of blood. I have one huge scar on my cheek that looks very creepy. I'm incredibly bony no matter what I eat.

These type of people usually don't become popular. Not to mention I'm a nerd and I'm "weird".

But I don't care how I look and that I'm not popular.

I'm honestly grateful that Nicole decided to be friends with me instead of being popular

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