• It was the first day of what would be the beginning of my life. No. Not really. That day was my freshman year of highschool, but this year, I’m a junior. So, my it’s not my first day of the beginning of my life. Though, it might as well be. All through my freshman year, I only had two friends, Daniel and Costance. Not that many. I know. Through the rest of freshman year, I was unnoticed. People would always bump into me. Wouldn’t even say ‘Excuse me’, or, the more modern term ‘Watch where you’re going.’ Yeah. I think you’re getting an idea of where I fit in. The very bottom of the chain. The losers. What makes it even worse? The fact that you’re ugly. Not low self-esteem ugly. But ugly. And trust me. I know ugly when I see it. My freshman year appearance? Well, let’s see where I start. My hair was terrible. It was always in a bed-head or it was just plain tangled. (Imagine that for a yearbook picture.) My teeth? They had braces. Every time at lunch, after I ate, I would have food stuck in between my braces and teeth. Anybody wants to talk to that? Doubt it. The place where everybody judges you, your face. I had the worst acne possible. Actually, maybe not the worst, but it was close. I used all types of acne cleansers. The one that says they’re best, Proactiv, wasn’t the best. Didn’t help at all. In fact, it made it worst. You could say that my face looked like a giant pimple. A giant pimple with pimples on it. Imagine that. I had a pretty good body shape. That was my best feature, but it didn’t matter. The funny about it was that no one ever made any rumors or taunted me. My guess was that they felt so bad for me, that they just didn’t want to go there. And guess what? The worst of the worst was that this lasted all throughout sophomore year, too. For anyone who thought they had problems, they obviously have never met me.