"Lucy Lucy such a weird girl. So weird she makes me wanna hurl." Said Cathy giggling. That wasn't even a good rhyme. "Whats with being mean to that girl?" I heard a deep voice behind me. "Oh you're so new." Said Cathy wrapping her arms around his. "Lucy is a weird little freak." Said Cathy. "Okay? but why?" He asked narrowing his eyes. I was looking at the two of them from the corner of my eye.

"Well she's always wearing her hair in her face. Like why? And she is the most clumsy person ever. I mean haven't you noticed all of the bruises and scratches. Oh no i guess not your new. But the weirdest part is she never talks." She whispers the last part. "Like ever." Cathy finished. "So? Maybe she has nothing to say. Maybe you're the one who's new, bullying is stupid." Said Zane. I turned to him and mouthed. Thank you. "No problem." He said smiling.

I turned back around in my seat and started the work that was on the board. When the class let out Zane ran up to me. "Hey wait Lucy." I turned around. Just because you stood up to me, doesn't mean i owe you anything. I don't have to explain anything. I waited for him to catch up. "Why do you let them push you around like that?" I pulled a notebook from my bag. "Because i'm weak." I wrote. "But why, why can't you just stand up for yourself?" He asked. "Look you don't know me, okay?" I said. "I know that but i'm trying to figure you out. You're a mystery."

"Really i'm not and if you knew my story you'd have me figured out in five seconds. I've gotta get to my next class." I wrote. "So you admit you have a story." He said. "Doesn't everybody?" I wrote. He chuckled. "Yes i suppose they do." "So what's your story then?" I wrote. "That is also a long story. But i would tell you if you wanted." "No, that's okay i don't need to know it. It sounds like it has strings attached." I wrote. "Look if you wanted to just talk. Er i mean listen i'd be happy to tell you. No strings attached. I mean you know you don't have to tell er write down anything if you don't want to." He said. "But why, you should keep your story it's yours." I wrote. "Yes but aren't stories meant to be told?"

"Not all of them." I wrote. I tore the paper out of the notebook handing it to him, I turned and left. "Wait." He called out. I ignored him and kept walking. While i was in my history class listening to the teacher drone on and on i dreamed of a better day. A day that i'd get to leave and never look back. But the problem was we lived in a small town. Their was no bus to take me to where i needed to go. So i didn't have a job and my dad wouldn't let me take the car. I wasn't even that great at school so there was no way i'd go to college.

I would be stuck here forever. I mean seriously what does my dad think i'm going to do once high school ends? I guess my childhood was sad. I didn't even have a clue as to what i'd want to do. "Lucy are you listening?" I jerked my head up and threw Mr Longo the thumbs up.

      School was over and it was time to go home. I just hoped my dad would leave me alone today but you could never tell with him.

As i was hunkered in my seat i heard a deep voice ask if the seat was taken. I slid over. Why no. Oh for the love of Pete it was Zane. I pulled out my notebook. " Did you ride this morning?" I wrote. "Oh no we were running late and i was dropped off." He said. "The truck is broke down so i'm bus bound for about a week." He said. "You're lucky riding the bus sucks." I wrote. And it was. People were mean at school but they were worse on the bus. It was easier to hide i guess.

But that day people weren't mean to me at all. I didn't really like Zane. I didn't want to be seen as weak. But maybe i was i mean i stopped talking because i couldn't handle everything. A stronger person wouldn't have given up like i did. I hated that. But i wasn't going to change at this point.

The bus pulled into my road. "Have a good day." I wrote. But i wasn't really sure i meant it. It just sounded like the polite thing to say. I don't know why i really cared. I never did before. And maybe at this point in my life you'd think i'd want a friend but no. I have a dream about another life. I'm in college i'm talking about happy. I actually have a few friends i bump into a cute guy in the book store and we lock eyes.

He tells me i have a beautiful smile and he invites me to dinner. I have a super cool dorm room and i don't have to see my dad ever again. But that wasn't my life. I waved and slipped the note pad back into my back and walked quickly off the bus.