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   Sitting at lunch, quiet as always, not talking much. Sure, my friends are around me but sometimes I'm so distant I wonder if I even have any friends at all. Then you sit down right across from me. How could I not look up? Spiky brown hair, chocolate eyes, and that funny t-shirt of yours. You were being kinda perverted and slightly egotistical, but I didn't care.

   You start talking with my friends, even try to strike up a conversation with me. It didn't work, with me being my anti-social and dark self. You flicked a french fry in my hair. I glared at you, but inside I was giggling like a schoolgirl.

   The day came and went. Last period class. You were in there. Oh how happy I was! So, maybe I wouldn't get to spend any time with you, but at least I would get to see you. The teacher put us into groups. As fate would have it, you were with me. How happy I was. The teacher put us in the corner of the room.

   You asked me what was wrong and why I was so depressed. I asked you when was I ever not depressed. I told you how I hated my life, and how I wanted it to end so bad. You told me that we just hadn't gotten to the good parts yet. Well, those good parts better come soon, I said, cause I'm sick of waiting. You said something else. I forget what it was; I was too busy looking into your eyes to care. Whether it was what you said, or just you, I smiled.

    My long forgotten smile.