He was a senior. I was a junior. I was the oldest in my grade though. I was the same age as him, 17. He was turning 18 in a couple of months while I wasn't turning 18 till next year. He was always where I was, in the library, in the cafeteria, in the hallway, in the street, he was everywhere. The problem is he wouldn't notice me. I don't even know if he knows that I exist. He doesn't even say hello in the street. It'd be great if he did, it'd be great if noticed me. I'm just his next door neighbour though. I think about him all of the time. At the moment, I'm walking home thinking about him while he's probably got his tongue down some senior's throat. He's not like that thought, he actually really nice, he dubbed the name McDreamy between me and my best friend Cristina. She doesn't really care about boys though. She's too focused on her career. She wants to be a surgeon, so do I.

The house is quiet when I walk in. That's different. It's normally got my mom running around looking after children to earn money. She runs a day-care at our home. She's probably taking the children home. I walk into the kitchen to see a note on the side. I pick it up slowly, dreading what it says inside.

"Dear Meredith, I've gone next door to invite the neighbours round for an evening meal on Saturday. Did you know they have a son about your age in your school? I'll see you later. Love mom."

I think she gone to invite the shepherds round. There's no way Derek Shepherd would come over. He has his senior friends to hang with. He probably has a girlfriend. I run upstairs to the thought of him being with someone else. I chuck my bag into the corner of my room. He would hate my room. I love The Clash. I bet he hates them. My room is full of posters of the clash and famous quotes from people like Walt Disney, Dr Seuss, Marilyn Monroe, etc.

I can hear the door unlock and my mom shouting out my name. I quickly wipe away my tears and try to stop my mom to realise that I was crying. She shouts out my name again, sounding more panicked. I quickly run downstairs and see my mom standing in the kitchen with the kids. They start to run around like the kindergartens that they are.

"So when are the Shepherds coming round?" I ask her, with doubt in my voice.

"Saturday. Why do you sound sad? Have you been crying?" She could obviously hear the doubt in my voice. Also my eyes are probably still red and puffy from the tears.

"No. Now I have to do my homework." I cry in frustration. I love my mom but she wants to know everything about my personal life. Every tiny little detail, she has to know. I notice that she staring. I kiss her on the check and reassure her that I'm fine before I bounce off and up the stairs.

I'm sitting in my room listening to the clash in the background while I do my homework. I hear a knock on my bedroom door. I get up to open the door. Turns out Cristina is here.

"What are you doing here?" I moaned. I really wanted be on my own.

"Your mom asked me to come round," Cristina replies as she invites herself into my room and lies on my bed. "You're doing the work?"

"Well yeah. That's what you're meant to do. I mean I'm trying to do the work, I can't do if my mom is going to send your around here all of the time." I said in an upset tone.

"Your mom was right, you are depressed. What happened to you? Has someone replaced you with an alien that's going to eat my brain and use my body as a puppet?" Cristina always knows how to make me laugh. Cristina just smiles at me and then her phone goes off.

"I have to go. My mom has a surprise for me." Cristina moans as she lifts herself up off my bed and walks to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow night, yeah?"

"I can't, my mom has invited the neighbours over for dinner." I say thinking about Derek coming round.

"It's okay. Well, I'll see you Monday then?" Cristina shouts as she walks down my stairs.

"Monday." I shout back and walk back to my room. I lie on my bed and before I know it I'm asleep.