"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." I heard him say softly, looking into my eyes. Yet I had to turn away. I couldn't stand people looking at me. I coughed, leaning forwards and backwards. Romance was most definitely not my forte. Nick glanced at me, his face anxious, the brown hair on his head flopping forwards in the way it always did. I couldn't help but smirk.
I burrowed my head into my woolly scarf, he offered me his jacket. I just shook my head. I couldn't believe it was snowing in November! Nothing got me more excited. I would run around like a five year old making snow angels and riding sleds down by our school. No one else joined in. Apparently I was childish, which was another one of the phrases I had learnt to live with in my life.
I decided to wave goodbye to Nick before he got to my street. Then maybe I could start being myself. Not this precious pansy everybody would simper at. They could kiss my butt. I wanted some real friends, not ones that were only there for you on your good days, and not your bad ones. To be honest, no one actually took a second glance at me. The Real me.
As I walked through the front door, I smelt the mouth watering scent of Mum's baking. I could eat everything. I hung my school bag on the hook and jumped onto the sofa, releasing my choker necklace, otherwise known as a tie, as I heard a knock on the door.