She had it all, at first glance. An annoying entourage, looks, perfectly painted fingernails, honey blond hair. Thin, rich. Only her friends knew otherwise. Dakota Milton wasn't the Ms. Perfect she seemed to be. Only Dakota's closest friends knew the truth about why Dakota had an entourage. Only they knew it was because Dakota was dying for attention.

While other teenage girls were out shopping, partying, and laughing, she was neglected at home. Her mother was a rich fashion designer who was always working for different people. Her father ran a successful business and was barely home. Dakota was alone. Nobody to talk to, no one's hand to hold, unlike her friends Lindsay and Heather, who were happy with their boyfriends.

At first, a person may think Dakota Milton is perfect. Nobody knows what she goes through.

He was anything but perfect. He was a slow runner, a little overweight, messed up fingers from gaming. Sam Roni was anything but perfect. Sam was always glued to a video game, his fingers always on a screen. Whenever he didn't play a video game for a while, his mind was messed up. It was almost like he'd go insane.

Sam was the kind of person with only a few friends, who he'd met online from his games. His real life friends were from before he discovered video games. Even then, he didn't have many. Not like he cared, because he had a big family that all cared about him. They were willing to listen when he talked about his new high score on his iPhone game, upgrade on a weapon from any random video game he happened to be playing. Sam was perfectly happy with the life he led so far.

Maybe that's why Dakota and Sam weren't on the best terms. They were from two different worlds. Two very different worlds. Maybe that's also why they were attracted to each other.

Dakota was at lunch, sitting between Heather and Lindsay, her best friends since preschool. She was listening to them talk about how the Halloween dance was coming up and how they had their dates planned. Not like Lindsay could remember her boyfriend's name. Heather and her date weren't exactly happily ever after, but still dated anyway.

"Hannah, who do you think Dana's going with? We need to triple date!"

"Lindsay, it's Heather and Dakota. And honestly, I don't know."

"Guys, don't worry about me. I just want you to be happy with your dates."

"Do you think that's even possible with Alejandro?"

"Sorry, I just love making fun of you."

Heather laughed, throwing a few fries at Dakota. "You so learned that from me."

"I know."

The day ended fast, and in a few minutes Dakota had climbed into her father's black limo, on her way home. She quickly looked over the house before walking in, which would be a shock to anyone who didn't live in a huge mansion, being one of the most popular and rich girls at school. "Hello? Daddy? Mom? Anyone!"

Nobody was home, like always. Dakota sighed, putting her backpack on the floor in her room. Another rule in the Milton house was that you couldn't put anything on the floor in the main level, because guests could come about every other night and the house had to be perfect-looking. Luckily, her room was on the second level of the house. Honestly, the rule made no sense. Most of the guests came to drink and left groggy, only to have a hangover the next day and come back the night after that. They barely even noticed the white carpets or the shiny wood and glass tables with a bowl of fruit in the middle.

"I wonder if other people live like this." Dakota sat at her desk, ready to do her homework. "Let's see... if X=9, what is Y squared. Yawn." She was already tired of this, and aimlessly walked around her room. It was all so familiar to her- the paisley-print black-and-white blanket on her bed, magenta fuzzy rugs on top of shiny wood flooring. The walls were pure white.

Suddenly, her phone went off. It was Lindsay, paging her on Facebook about dresses.

'Just found out Hannah's shopping later, wanna come Dorie?'

Dakota quickly replied, 'No, sorry.' She had too much on her mind to shop.

Sam took the bus home, next to his good friend Cody. Cody wasn't exactly speaking, since he was staring at his crush Gwen. Harold was watching a YouTube video on how to be a ninja, so Sam was on his phone.

"Dude, do you know she doesn't like you?"

"Come on, H-Man. She so likes me."

"Cody? Sorry, but I agree with Harold. Doesn't seem like it to me, either. You're just dreaming."

Cody glared at Sam for a quick second, then went back to staring over the bus seats. Harold rolled his eyes, and went back to YouTube. "Gosh! I almost feel bad for the guy."

Sam nodded, and hopped off the bus. It was at his stop, so he walked the rest of the way home, bursting through the doors and saying a happy hello to his family. He put his stuff on the couch and turned on the TV, keeping it on although he was on his video games.

Sam's mother was cooking dinner, and went into the living room to give him a sandwich.

"Hello, honey. How was your day?"

"It was good, Mom. Thanks for the sandwich."

"No problem, dear. What if you get started on your homework and then you can play games with your sister when she gets home?"

"Okay, thanks again!"

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