NO I DON'T have a favorite book.

No, I don't have a favorite movie.

No, I don't have a celebrity crush.

No, I don't have a favorite color.

I'm boring.

At least that's what people think I am.

It's not my fault I don't like many things,

in fact, what's the big deal? I'm an 'I

don't care' kind of person when

someone asks where I want to eat or

what I want to do. But I get asked that

very rarely. Because I have no friends.

Sure, it might get lonely sometimes, but

I don't need friends. They always turn

their back on you anyway. So what's

the use of them?

My name is Destiny Cross. I'm

seventeen. My parents live

in Chicago while I live in Miami. I

moved out when I was fifteen; my

parents sent me to live with my aunt

because they were gone too much and

I needed more attention. However,

Aunt Jodie doesn't give me anymore

attention them my parents did. Which

is fine, because I do my own things,

and she's does hers. We meet every

night for dinner together, which is

nice. It's really the only time we see

each other all day. I'm a junior in high

school, soon-to-be senior. My school is

a large school, filled with many many

kids, which makes it easier for me to go

more unnoticed. Whenever I got

attention, I had always pushed it

away, because like I said before, friends

are no use. I go to school, get classes

done, and leave right after to go to

work. I work at one of the more

populated places in Miami, by the

beach, at a coffee shop. My co-workers

are nice, but I don't consider them

friends. Like there, I'm an outcast. No

one wants to be friends with me and I

don't want to be friends with them.

It was a Friday morning, and I was

getting ready for school. I had my black

and red school uniform on, my hair in

a messy bun, and black sneakers on my

feet. Lucky for me, our school didn't

have regulations for shoes, because the

shoes they before required us

to wear were ugly and uncomfortable.

I didn't wear makeup, because my

eyelashes were naturally very dark

and my skin clear and tan. I left my

aunt's apartment with an apple in my

hand, and jumped down the steps,

seeing our landlord empty trash into a

garbage can.

"Mornin' miss Desty." He croaked and

gestured a wave to me as I passed.

"Goodmorning." I smiled and walked

down the rain washed cobbled

sidewalk. I actually very disliked that

nickname, but it spread around like

wildfire after one use of it by my aunt.

As I walked with my head down, I

noticed someone, assuming a man,

dressed in full black leaning against an

alley way wall. But I payed no given

attention, moving onward, yet

something inside me made my stomach

churn. I sighed and walked faster,

seeing my school in clear view now,

the top of the building where the

rooftop was dusted with heavy fog. I

noticed other students pass by me,

without a single glance, like I wasn't

even there.