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One chance.

That's all we've got.

Once chance...

To make everything right.

~New school, new life.~
Oakwood High wasn't half as bad as I'd expected.

For one thing, I thought it would be like the poems I write in my books. As soon as you see them, you can tell what's in them, who they're about, and their styles. It was different at my new school.

Instead of Melody, people started calling me Mel. I was hurrying down the hall on my way to- gym? I think- and I tripped over someone's foot. I looked up and just about the most charming boy I think I've ever met stared back up at me.

I gripped his paw steadily and lifted myself back to balance. "Thanks..." I mumbled after he'd apologized kindly.

"No problem." He walked away as if it happened all the time. I stared after him wonderingly. Was anyone ever that nice? I'd heard rumors he bragged about being rich and having lots of basketball trophies. He'd had a chance to prove to me that he was actually not a snob. He took it.

Not to mention he exceeded succeeding.

Anyway, I just thought it was weird to have a boy talking to me and shrugging the fact that I made both of us late for whatever subject he had and whatever classes I had next. I obviously couldn't keep track, but he seemed to know everyone. As he passed jocks down the hall, they exchanged slaps on the back, fist-bumps, and "What's up!" in front of everyone and didn't seem to mind or feel a single thing.

Maybe he bumps into idiots daily, I thought to myself. Apparently so, or he would've paid more attention. I wonder if I'd pretended I'd gotten hurt, what he would do. Would he do anything at all? And would he actually care more if it didn't happen all the time?

I doubted it. Maybe he was a bit selfish, but I'd only met him once and said one word to him. So it's possible I shouldn't judge him badly just yet, until I figure out the truth, anyway. It might be kind of hard, though.

~Words to describe me~

 * 1) OBSESSED with bumping into popular boys. (Learned that earlier when I did it AGAIN. Twice is quite the record. He'd just laughed as if it were no big deal and walked away the exact same way).
 * 2) Weird. Hides under my bed- I even have my own little office space under there. What can I say? It's my home.
 * 3) Still writes an an old diary that I lost the lock to. (This one)
 * 4) A big bookworm.
 * 5) Trust me, all you'll learn if you meet me is that you've actually given up on the human race this time ;)
 * 6) I tend to call people my friends before I even know them, mainly because I'm not really a people-person and I don't hang out with other kids much. I sit by myself, sketching and writing and listening to music.
 * 7) I'm very lonely, no matter what you think.
 * 8) I really, really want a dog.

~Why can't I stop ignoring everyone?~
I just can't figure it out,

My bad habit,

Just can't figure it out,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3266,3282,0,0]}">Dang nabbit!

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3284,3316,0,0]}">You can say I need a rabbit,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3318,3338,0,0]}">Perhaps a fish, 

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3340,3381,0,0]}">But my love is dedicated to one wish.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3383,3420,0,0]}">No, not my father to marry again,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3422,3469,0,0]}">Or even to my mother to return with a grin,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3471,3497,0,0]}">But instead for a dog,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3499,3521,0,0]}">Just a simple pup,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3523,3554,0,0]}">That's all I'm wishing for,

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3556,3571,0,0]}">RUFF, RUFF!

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3573,3860,0,0]}">I knew it wasn't my best, and was mostly just simple rhymes, but I didn't care. I hummed it to myself all day long, feeling perfectly content with it. It included everything I desired to get out: the fact that I didn't need friends, and not a basic pet, but a dog. That was all I needed.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3862,4225,0,0]}">That night, staring out my window into the sky, a tear fell out of my eye. I missed my friends. I was hoping for a shooting star. I'd waste my wish. I needed to get everything out instead of blurting impossible things, like the fact that I wanted Mom to come back (she left us last year) or us to move to our old house, or even for me to stop bumping into people.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4227,4353,0,0]}">But it never did. And all night long until I got restful, I stared and smiled at the night sky and the stars that littered it.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4355,4393,0,0]}">And I swear, I sensed it smiling back.

~My first work of art!~
<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4549,4702,0,0]}">Today, I made my first writing piece. Ever. Except for school. I poured meaning and my heart out into it. It wasn't a boring old essay. I did it myself.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4704,4962,0,0]}">That's right. Pushing up on the bed boards, I crawled out from underneath my comfy bed which filled up half of my room space. I didn't mind, though, since I only used the space under it- mostly, anyway. I was glad it was the same bed that I could hide under.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4964,5246,0,0]}">I examined my paper, considered showing it to my dad, but eventually shook my head and decided against it. I didn't know what he'd say, but it seemed to personal to share with anyone but myself. I tucked it into a spare page in my diary, scribbled the date, and reached for my glue.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5248,5385,0,0]}">After it was securely in and the glue cap was fastened, I chilled for a little bit, my headphones in, shoulders relaxed, me leaning back.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5387,5412,0,0]}">Everything would be okay.