Okay, so I was walking to my first class of the day, History, when I noticed another girl was opening her locker door. Now, this wouldn't really be something I'd normally stop to look at, but this girl was... well, she was very pretty. 

Her red and blonde hair was tossed to one side as she cocked her head, looking for something in her locker. The slight messiness and choppiness of it all was just, well, adorable. It seemed fitting to her thin, athletic form. 

She pulled out a huge Geometry textbook and closed  the door, turning around to face me. She waved and my heart fluttered.

Needless to say, I felt pretty awkward, but I waved back a bit. Then I noticed a small group of athletic girls who looked like they belonged with her. 

There. See? Simple. The girl was trying to get somebody else's attention. Somebody who fitted with her like a jigsaw puzzle. 

The puzzle of a beautiful life with trust and kindness and love. But I was a piece of another puzzle. A puzzle of pain. A puzzle of confusion and failure and never being good enough for someone as beautiful as a girl like her. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my life. I have all my necessary needs and a few of my wants, and my parents are super sweet. 

It's just that my life of always hanging in the shadows seems to be nothing compared to that one girl's. 

She had a group of friends who was waiting to walk with her to her next class. I only had one. 

I mean, sure, quality over quantity and all. And Starburst is an amazing person, but... I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be the kind of girl you see in movies. The one who's popular for all the right reasons. What it's like to have so many friends that it feels like a miniature family.

My mothers told me about their group of six and how tight they were before they all got jobs and had families. I guess seeing that one person just made me think about all of that. 

Made me think about if I was worthy of having friends to stick by me, even if I was trapped in the shadows... 

I don't know... I just... it feels like I'm locked inside my home; it's comfortable in here, but I'm getting a little bored. 

So I walked off, lost in thought. Thinking about how shadows were both my home, and my enemy....