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So what would be a good name for it? I say Tina!

Of course you would, reepbot.

Oh yeah, I would. Because I love Tina Arena!

Well I heard she's a bit of a bitch.

What foul language! You wash your mouth out with soap.

Don't tell me what to do.

Whatever. Besides who cares if you think she is like what you said. I think that just makes her more interesting.

You are hopeless, reepbot.
 
I could see their laughter. There they all were sitting around the table with their latest smartphones and just sitting there laughing at me. I can still see their harsh faces sneering at me as they laughed and laughed until they cried. The so called leader of the pack, Tyler, with his blonde hair and perfect teeth, even threw some rubbish at me and told me to piss off. What had I done wrong? Nothing. Not a thing. All I wanted to do was join at their table, maybe chat a bit about the weather or I don't know about school. There would be a lot to chat about with school, especially with exams coming up. So during the lunch break, when I had just finished eating my pie, I walked over to their table and asked if I could sit down with them. I asked really nicely, and I smiled and everything but they said no. Or rather the way they said it by their dismissive looks and their arrogance. Then Tyler picked up his water bottle, threw it at me, and told me to go away. I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry so badly. My face went red, and I started to shake, but no tears came. I never had felt so alone in all my life as I stood there watching them gawk at me like I was some sort of zoo animal.

All I wanted was a friend, or a group of friends to hang out with. That's all. I was a loner at school. Always eating my lunch by myself on the dirty wooden benches and then walking my way into the library. I loved the library with its musty smell, the quiet, and the books. Oh yes, the books. I loved reading them. Every day I would come to the library and take a peek at their massive collection of literature. I devoured anything that I could get my hands on: fiction, non-fiction, horror, mystery, romance, thriller and any other genre. I read like mad and I never felt happier. But I felt so lonely. Reading, no matter how great the books were, didn't compare to real human interaction. No matter how many times I went to the library it wasn't going to make me feel less lonely. All it was doing was keeping me from forming real friends with real people. Sure, sometimes I pretended that the characters in the book were my actual buddies and friends. I would often speak to them in soft whispers in the silenced atmosphere of the library by asking them about their day and also telling them about mine. I know it sounds crazy but it made me feel that little less lonely. Still, it wasn't enough. I needed a friend, or at least a group of people to hang out with at lunchtime.

Growing up I moved around a lot. From Western Australia to New South Wales I went to school from school never staying that long to have any real lasting friendships. Not that I ever tried hard to make friends. I was always stand offish, I preferred to go to the library or just study for my exams. People were nice to me at school, although I had the odd bully here and there who would make my life miserable. In primary school a short red haired kid who was about one grade in front of me used to steal my lunch money and then punch me in the chest every day for about a year. It only stopped once he moved to another school. Apparently his father had just got a new promotion and they had to move interstate. But apart from that the rest of my primary school years were fine. I went to a couple of high school until I finally settled into the one I am in now. I first came here in 10th grade. It was a bit daunting at first getting used to all the new buildings and all my classmates but I made it work somehow. Still I had no friends. Not that it was anybody's fault but mine. I just didn't put the effort in because I was too shy I guess. I had one friend called John who was a bit annoying but could be very loyal. He would often say the weirdest things. I ended that friendship after I thought he stole something of mine He claimed he didn't, but Tyler told me that he had seen John take a pen of mine. It was a very special pen to me, and to be honest John was starting to annoy me so I ended our friendship quick smart. He tried to be friends with me again which annoyed me no end but luckily for me he got sick and died. Cancer I think it was. Whatever. Anyway, apart from that the rest of time at High School was ok apart from having no friends and being bullied all the time. Tyler and his group of friends would often bully me a lot. They would yell at me, bash me, and laugh at me. For years they did that. But I didn't mind it, I mean I kind of felt I deserved that for being a loser with a stupid brain. Also they seemed really cool the way they would hang out together and make themselves crack up with their silly jokes. I wanted to join in but I never felt very welcome. The library had felt welcome to me, but it wasn't a true friend, it was just a sanctuary from my pain. That's why I couldn't take it any more and decided to ask Tyler if I could sit with his group of friends. But it all went wrong and now I am standing here all alone as the whole world watches me.

I slowly walked away as they continued to pelt rubbish at me. I wondered how I could ever get them to like me. They just had to like me! They just had to!
 
I love walking. It is the best. Walkity walk walk walk.

Anyway, not long to go before the 9th season of Doctor Who!
 
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