Hey guys! If you're reading this thanks for giving my story a chance! I hope you enjoy it! - Kesi

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All of a sudden someone knocked into me and all of my stuff went flying everywhere. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, and there was someone on top of me. I stared into his eyes and it was like-

I slammed the book closed and stared at the cover in disgust.

"Darcy, what are you doing?" My mother asked, looking up from her phone.

"Trying to figure out how this book got published, I mean, it's so cliche! Where are all the good romances? I just want a little Romeo and Juliet, maybe some Catherine and Heathcliff action. Is a good book too much to ask from this world?" I said, a little bit too dramatically. I looked at my mom and saw that she had gone back to looking at something on her phone. Probably checking her profile. She liked to stay updated through online social media. She always said that the world is becoming an internet world and that she needs to prepare for it.

"Please just hurry up and pick a book. We need to go grocery shopping and get home so you can get ready for your first day of school tomorrow." she said, waving her hands in a hurry-it-along kind of gesture.

"I only brought you here because you said that it would just-"

"Take a second." I finished for her.

"Mom, how many times are you going to repeat yourself?" I said as I picked up another book. On the cover, this one had a picture of a girl holding on to the tip of the finger of a boy. It seemed as if they were holding on to that last hope. Like one push would separate them forever. I opened it, turned to a random page and started reading:

Why is it that at the end of everyday I'm always exactly where I started? No matter how much I try, or how much I pray, or after how many tears I shed, I'm still standing on this doormat in front of a door that is different, yet always the same. I can't do anything to get out of this cycle. The only person that can free me is you. You say that you love me but you keep me in this prison, trying, crying, begging to be set free. Please set me free.

"Mom." I said dramatically. "I think I found a good book."

She just rolled her eyes as I went to check out my book. I introduced myself to the librarian. She said she rarely saw any girls my age come to the library anymore. I wasn't surprised.

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I stayed in the car as my mom went grocery shopping. I was looking out the window when I started to drift off into a daydream about what my first day of school would be like. I wondered what the people here were like. At the beginning of August, we moved from Murrieta, a small town in California, to Seattle, which is pretty much the opposite. Even though there were only 700 students at my old high school, I went unnoticed. It wasn't like I was hated, or bullied or anything. I was just kind of non-existent. Invisible, in a way. I just never talked to anyone and no one ever talked to me. I spent lunch in the library, reading, because I didn't have any friends. There was this one girl that would talk to me in Chemistry class sometimes. I wouldn't consider her a friend though. She only talked to me when she didn't have anybody else to talk to. Ever since I left, I've been wondering if anybody even noticed that I was gone.

Today was the last day of summer and I was officially going to be a junior tomorrow. The plan at my new school was to avoid attention, and only speak if spoken to, that way, I wouldn't have to deal with any drama or awkward situations. I'd always tried to deny the fact that I had social phobia, but deep down I've always known that I did. Sometimes I just feel broken, like everyone else fits in and makes friends easily, but I have to go through so much stress just trying to be....normal. My parents want me to make friends but I don't think I need any. I have books. That's all I really need. I can live my life through books. What happens in them is more interesting than what's happening in my life.

My thoughts were interrupted by a hard knocking on the window. I jumped and turned to see my mom struggling to hold all the groceries in her hands. I opened the door and stepped out to help her.

"God, mom, you scared me half to death!" I said looking at her accusingly.

"Maybe, you should stop daydreaming all the time and pay attention to what's around you." She argued. I figured this was a useless conversation so I just opened the trunk for her, and did what I do best: stayed quiet.

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Chapters won't usually be this short. I'll be posting chapter two soon!
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