High School is different for everyone. I'm not talking about what high school you go to, how much lunch costs, or how mean the teachers are. No, I'm talking about me.

Well not just me but the students in general. For the Jock, these May be the best years of his life. For the introvert, it's probably torture.

For me, High School isn't half bad. I mean I'd rather be reading a book or writing in my journal, but I don't absolutely hate it.

I've never been part of the popular crowd. I tried in middle school but that only make me not want to be popular. Short skirts, heels and lip balm, not my thing. I'm not exactly an introvert but I am no Peggy-

Peggy has been my best friend since birth. We rode our bikes together, learned to talk together, read, dance, walk, everything we did together. Peggy has flowing dark hair and big brown doe eyes. She's one of those girls that is smart, pretty, and talented. On top of all that she's the nicest person I've ever met. So naturally all the guys were in love with her.

Peggy was frequently asked out but every time she declined. Whenever I ask why, she says 'she's not ready'. I seriously doubt that.

Neither of us had ever had a boyfriend. I'm perfectly fine with that. More time to study. Peggy says she's fine but I have a feeling that I'm holding her back.

"Isaaaaa, c'mon pleeease!! It's only until like 10?" Peggy tugged at my long blonde hair. I don't dye it, it just has never faded. I hate my hair.

"Pegs, I'm not going. 10 is way too late. It's Sunday night and we both have to get up at 7:00. Plus your going to get drunk and you know it." I said, not looking up from my laptop.

Peggy and I were in my room. It's not like I invited her or anything. We're neighbors and there's a tree connecting our windows.

"Plus my parents would never let me."
Peggy crosses her arms and stuck out her Tongue at me when she thought I wasn't looking.
"Isabel Amelia Marcus," I looked up from my computer. I met her brown eyes with my electric Blue ones. "If you don't come then I will alone." Peggy finished with a small pout.

I gave her an >are you serious< look and said "fine have fun". And with that I turned back to my computer and continued typing.

Peggy crawled out my window, hair bouncing as she made contact with the tree branch.

>•<

About 3 hours later I was still lost in studying when my phone rang. I expected it to be a telemarketer or someone asking for homework, but when I answered it, it was neither.

A worried woman's voice came on the phone and shakily asked me to come to the hospital 7 or so blocks away. I almost hung up thinking it was a prank but then the shaky voice added,

"It's Margarita Eaker, ma'am she's unconscious."

515 words. Oops
(So this is my editing run and now that I'm looking back I cannot believe how many refrences to Hamilton I made... oope)