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Prologue 

   There is nothing as depressing as being in love with a person who doesn't even know you exist. Well, that's not entirely true. There's nothing as depressing as being in love with a person who doesn't even know who you are and that your best friend is dating. Welcome to the life of a high school girl, or as I like to call it, hell.

   See I'm a bundle of hormones and anxiety all rolled into one, tied by the knot called puberty. It is a strange affliction that plagues every member of the human race aged 11 to 23 with some poor souls in which it hits earlier or stays longer. Side affects of this plague include but are not limited to acne, random growth spurts, hair growing in unmentioned places, extreme mood swings, and the fatal, horrible attraction to the opposite sex (or the same sex, hey it's 2017). Right now I'm affected by all the previously mentioned banes of my existence. I ranked about a zero on the one to ten popularity ranking that determined everyone's place in the high school hierarchy. 

   While ranking a big fat zero might seem like a death sentence for any member of the sect that society called teenagers, I really didn't mind. Honestly. This was mainly because of Nan. Nanette Williams is eveything that I am not, slim and petite with a gorgeous heart shaped face, framed by waist length chestnut hair. On the popularity scale, she was a solid 15. It might seem strange, our friendship I mean, she was the most popular girl in school and I well, wasn't. However this was a case of a preschool friendship that somehow managed to survive the storms of grade school, the trials of middle school, and now was weathering the waters of high school. The only strain on our relationship was known only to me. Mark Danvers, quarterback, future valedictorian, and current heartthrob. I, along with the majority of the female student body, and a few of the males, was desperately in love. 

   That's where I am now, my sorry existence split between being loyal to the one friend that had stood by my side for years, and pining after her boyfriend. In summary I am a terrible human being who is probably going to get run over by a truck and than reincarnated into a fly in my next life because karma. So now that you know the backstory I'll spill the tea and dish out the current ways I'm making a fool of myself, while you can enjoy all the second hand embarrassment from my exploits from the comfort of your own couch. Catch you on the flip side!