When I moved from Maine to California, I was optimistic. Happy. The first few days were good. Mostly people asking asking questions and giving compliments. But after the first week, there were no more questions or compliments. No one wanted to be friends with the new girl. The ugly girl. Days mostly consisted of doing everything by myself. They would call me names too. “Ugly-face” or “Four-eyes”. The list goes on. Everyday, my books would be on the floor of the halls. People can be so mean. I’d just about had enough when one day a girl from second period knocked my books down again. I heard a voice. It was Jake. He said “it’s going to be okay”. I smiled.