Few years passed by i never saw the boy after that tp be precise my parents moved into clinton street where we bought a new home of our own.My father was an private company employee who has his own principles and mom is a house wife.Slowly i started to realise something ia not good between my parents because they always fight.I got scared and never wanted go out of the room seeing them fighting.I understood even the most beautiful couple can fight as they have differences.Every one around knew i was a shy intimidated girl.But my friends knew i was fun to be around.One day i was attending an english class a small paper rolled up came and fell on my desk.I checked what was writtern in it.My disappointment was shown in my face.It was a message from the people who i taught where friends wrote "You are ugly i don't want to be your friend" i hated myself for not being beautiful.I didnt lose hope i tried and a was able to find a friend name tanya.She is kind and innocent but people called her ugly duckling as i became friends with her i was called that too.But i wanted to be with her because i wanted a friend.Tanya was always lonely so me being her friend made her less lonely.I saw the boy again after 5 years.He was a senior ,but looked handsome in his uniform and tanya had a crush on him too as the whole school.I still remember the day he glared eventhough it is childish to hold onto that but i wanted a explanation to it.He never recogonised me for a year and so i was relieved and never tried to talk to him.I was a poor student with low marks so i was shifted to class where students topped and was insulted every day.Tanya and me lost contact as she was in another class and i was always lonely in my class.I got a detention for getting poor marks and had to wait and clean school.I was more than happy to do the cleaning rather than going home seeing my parents fight.They were always nice to me but hated each other for some reason. I just wished that i was more intelligent than now.i heard footsteps and quickly started to finish up things as i thought it was steffen sir my home room teacher.But it was the boy again his gaze was cold as ice and starred blankly at me.I was about to ask him why he was there but the boy spoke first asking to move out of place because he needs to take his backpack.I gave him his backpack and he was well mannered to give me an thank you.