I just want to encourage everyone to read past this chapter as it is not actually very good. Chapter 3 is where it actually gets a story line etc.

If you dont like this very short chapter please at least try read up to chapter 4.

I walked through the corridor, English now with Mr Grayer. Yes he's as boring as he seems.. I see Dylan up ahead and walk a little faster to catch up

"Hey Dyl" I say, "Ready for grammar with Mr G?"

"Ready as I'll ever be Princess" he replies, smirking.

"Don't call me that!"

"You love it really Princess" He grins tauntingly.

I smile at him. Dylan's my best friend, has been since we were kids, dunno why.. He's popular, sporty, cool. And I'm just Me. The girl with imaginary friends.

After school I meet Dylan outside the library to go for smoothies, I get there a little early so I get my sketchpad out and start to doodle the first thing that comes into my head. The Boy. I've seen him twice this year. Once at the car crash that killed my parents, and once when I first went to the woods behind my Aunts house.

I remember him perfectly. Even though I haven't seen him in over 4 months.

I start sketching out his face outline, chiseled jaw, soft cheekbones. Then I add his hair, scruffy in a cute sort of way. I start to fill in his face, but before I get to his eyes, the book gets wrenched out of my hands, I turn around expecting to see Dylan laughing at me for being so nerdy. It's far worse. Jade is staring at the drawing. Her best friends Courtney and Zoe staring over her shoulders. They start to laugh, mocking me for drawing him.

"Aww look at little E, making up boyfriends because she cant get any herself!"

"Even Dylan is just using you for fun"

I start to blush, and feel tears pricking at my eyes. Not here. I wouldn't cry in front of them.

Zoe laughs,

"You didn't actually think you guys were friends right?"

I turned to walk away, I knew Dylan, didn't I? Memories of us as kids starting to fill my mind. The adorable scruffy little Dylan and small, shy, silent me. Always a shadow of him but never caring.

I went straight home after, wishing I had my sketchbook to draw my pain, I ignored all of Dyl's texts and calls. In fact, i ignored everyone. My brother was out so I was home alone. I decided to go to the woods, it's my favorite place. The one place with no one to judge me, no one cares what I do in the forest, as long as I leave it the way I found it.

I ran all the way to my favorite forest spot, a little clearing about 20 minutes from my house. I just sat there, reading. I love it here. I come everyday I can.

I stayed there for 5 hours, it was dark by the time I got home, and my brother was back.

"Emba, where the hell have you been!?"

"None of your business."

"Fine but don't expect any help from me when you get mauled by a bear"

I grabbed a packet of crisps and ran up to my room.

I lay on my bed, browsing the internet and listening to music. After about an hour of my brother yelling at me to go to sleep, I finally settle down and go to sleep.