How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

I suppose I'll be remembered as dull. Timid. No one ever knew me. People came. They went. I was kind, I think. Not sympathetic, but considerate of others. I always gave up my place in line. I loaned out pencils and paper, or let people take them from me. I never reported a sexual assault.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.

That earns him a smack with my book bag. "Ow." He clutches his arm. "What do you have in there? Books?" A grin snakes across his face. "I like my women feisty." He adds, "I like my broken.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.