Live life to the fullest, never let your dreams go. Yeti yaw da! Whatever that means, I use to tell myself. But nothing ever came true!

Hi my name is Megan Nicole and I am 17 years old .I live in a popular place called Washington D.C.

I laugh at the site of love knowing I will never get any.

I did have a heart but I got it broken my choice.

Every morning when I wake up and look into the mirror ,I tell myself this "who are you? What am I? Am I good enough for this loving heart of mine?'

I feel ashamed of myself of how I can't catch any love in a butterfly net of shame.

But why? Why can't I get a boyfriend when I'm even about to graduate?

I stood from my seat at Room .202. Mr. Deva ion's class, geography.

When I existed the classroom the bell had already ran for break and I had already headed halfway up to my locker .608 to get my stuff and put it away for the next last class.

I opened my locker with my locker combination and just threw my books into the locker. I grabbed my history book and slammed my locker shut ,heading straight towards History .When I had gotten there I sat in my usual quiet spot or seat I mean, just waiting for our teacher to continue.

I sat in the second row in front and I could see everything in in front even in my row ,also in the back here the jockeys screwed around in.

But what I could mostly see was Mikaela Banes in my row by the window a few seats away from me and the odd but honest best friend I had was Sam Witwicky sitting a few other seats ahead of me in front.

Today ,presentation day, once again and we had only a couple of people left except for Laura and Sam that had to do their reports today or else they would get an F in this class.

Soon, after Laura did heir's and sat down our teacher scrolled threw who hasn't done their presentation yet. Laura's was on her Irish family heritage from Ireland.

"Ok, Sam Witwicky?"our history teacher told us."Yes,"Sam said quickly soon being all boasted of showing off all his old junk. He has been talking about this all week at lunch ,all prepared for it and stuff. He even told me how he was planning to sale all his Great Grandfather's old stuff for money?I didn't even that he was wanting money for but I think it was for college or something ,I herd Sam talk about for months already. I bet he even didn't get any money for those poor stuff yet.

Sam started to speak out his words really fast since we didn't have any a lot of time yet. He explained about his project and the bell rang for the weekend to start and everyone came crashing out of the door. But I stayed outside by the door listening to the teacher and Sam's argument.

It started getting pretty good of what I was hearing till this cracked me up pretty good of what Sam was saying.

"Look, can you do me a favor-can you look out the window for a second? See my father? He's the guy in the green car? Let me tell you about a dream, a boy's dream, and a man's promise to that boy. He looked him in the eye and said "Son, I'm gonna buy you a car, but I want you to bring me two-thousand dollars and three A's." OK, I got the two thousand and two A's. OK, here's the dream. Your B minus? Pfff! Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself... What would Jesus do?"

I cracked up laughing so hard when Sam came out of the classroom prancing around with a big smirk smile on his face.

"dude, your good."I told him laughing.

He chuckled and started talking about how he was going to get his first car today and how he was gonna love it.

I chuckled to myself of how he thought of life.