A/N: Okay people, this story is completely new land for me, so please be nice. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and well... I may continue this one if I get at least 5 positive ones.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Cameron. If I did, I'd... nevermind. I guess you can think of something.

My story is not the happy life everybody imagines when thinking of me.

Well, when anybody would be thinking of me, at least. Most people look me over once, label me "nice" and stuff me away somewhere in the most secluded area of the closet called brain.

Or they don't pay any attention to me at all, not noticing the girl hanging out with the cool guys because she simply doesn't want to be in the center of all attention.

It's been like that for years, and it's been just how I wanted it. How it was supposed to be. But now... I've changed.

Not changed drastically, only enough for them to start to see me in another light. I didn't want them to.

I'm used to everyone overlooking me, it's okay.

I still don't like being put out on the spot, and I still hate going to public places. But now, they suddenly take great interest in my so-called life, following me around like a share of puppies.

And they see I'm different from the girl they met three years ago on a stormy, snowy morning. They don't know how to act when I'm around, they're too nervous to form a coherent sentence.

They compliment me.

My looks haven't changed that much, but somehow, they think so.

I guess they just needed to find a reason why they suddenly notice me... because they don't want to face the truth. Nobody does, though. Everyone keeps telling themselves that I finally learned to use my looks to my advantage, but in reality, I knew how to do that from the very beginning. It just didn't feel right to manipulate everyone that way, so I kept quiet.

Eventually, they began thinking I was too shy, trying too hard to keep to myself. They turned away from me, and now they're coming back again, searching for the changes they think they've missed.

They didn't miss out anything, because nothing ever happened.

Nothing ever took place.

And maybe, if I keep telling myself that, the world will start moving again without leaving me frozen on the same spot for years.

Maybe I'll even be able to enjoy the snow falling down in a steady haze again, without chills running through my whole body.

And, maybe, I'll learn to smile again.