Hi guys! I really hope you like this new story. I'll post new chapters as soon as possible, and probably the latest update will be a week, tops. I'd love to see what you think and i do take criticism (maybe not TOO harsh) so please Read and Review! Oh, and if you have any ideas on new chapters i'd love to hear them.

Ten years old. That was how old I was when it was my ballet recital, and when my social awkwardness started. I remember every detail perfectly. My older brother Logan who was 12 years old was sitting in the audience playing with my younger sister, Petunia (who had just turned 9) while my dad was talking with mom who was cradling baby Rose.

I didn't even want to do ballet. I wanted to play soccer. But my mom wanted me to do girlier things and I guess Soccer isn't girly enough. She already thought I was too much of a tomboy, since I only wear baggy shirts and jeans and they always end up being muddy. Maybe it was because I didn't wear dresses at all like the girls in my class. So when I wanted to sign up for soccer, she saw that there was a ballet option. She got so excited, i'm pretty sure that she made a beeline for it.

Ballet took so much time too. I had to go to the studio everyday after school and practice. I never understood why it took so much time too since all we ever did was jump across the room. I thought my mom was secretly doing this to torture me, since where I was practicing there was a big window. And could you guess what I saw?

The soccer team playing.

So here I was prancing around, while I could clearly see other people having fun and kicking the ball. I really wanted to just take the stupid tutu off and go and join them playing, but I knew I couldn't do that. If I finish the recital, I thought then I can quit and go play soccer.

So here I am. Doing the ballet recital. I had just started leaping across the stage when I had a weird feeling in my stomach. Was it the ice cream I had? I thought. But all I had to do was finish the recital, and all of this would be over. So I ignored the feeling, and continued to leap. Soon though, the feeling was here again. But I was almost at the break. I couldn't stop now, so I just started to twirl.

Bad mistake.

I think it was the twirling that made my stomach go overboard. Because soon after I did my first twirl, I felt sick. Like really sick.

I was going to throw up.

Where is the restroom? I thought. All I could see was my family in the very front of the audience and the other ballet dancers. Where is IT? I panicked.

We have the recital on tape. You could see the moment my eyes expanded when I FINALLY found the restroom. And you could also see the exact moment where I couldn't hold it in anymore. Where I just threw up then and there.. on my sister petunia. But it gets worse - much worse. When I finished I must have tripped on a cable, because I stumbled back and made Kayla Brown the most popular girl in elementary school fall down the stage which made her have big Red Super Gulp spill all over her.

I so so wish that we didn't have it on tape. That tape had my most embarassing moment ever. And my mom wanted to keep it. WHY would anyone want to have their child's embarassing moment on tape? She says that its probably going to be the most girliest thing I would ever do, which I guess is right. But I just wish that tape was destroyed.

Because that was the moment that my social awkwardness started.

And that's when I decided that being Awkward is better than throwing up in a ridiculous pink tutu.

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Ever since the 'tutu' accident, as I like to say, my life has been getting more and more disastrous.

Everyone at school had somehow knew about it even though only a handful of people came. But seriously I was eight. I thought people would forget about since already a week passed, but no. Instead, they brought it up every time they could.

" Look! It's lily! Don't stand too close to her!"

" Lily, here's a bucket in case you need it."

" Oh my god, Lily! You look pale, are you going to ruin my hair? "

I never knew who told, but I have a feeling that it was Kayla Brown. She thought that it was my fault that she got big Red Super Gulp and made her hair sticky. Didn't she know that big Red Super Gulp is really tasty?

It also didn't help that I had fiery hair that was practically orange. Almost everyone in my class teased me about it. They would either bring up the color of my hair, or talk about the tutu accident. It got so bad that I couldn't go to the playgrounds without them pushing me to the ground or chanting " Carrothead, Carrothead ". They did this to me everyday that, I couldn't go to the playground without someone saying something mean to me.

Eventually I stopped going to the playgrounds. It was so hard for me though, because I LOVED the swings in the playgrounds. It made me feel so free, like I was touching the sky and that if I went any higher I could really touch the sky.

But, like I said before, almost everyone. Everyone except Sam. Sam had blonde slightly-curly hair and blue eyes. He was a little bit shorter than me, and I always thought that he almost looked like a girl - and I'm sure if he wore a dress, people would mistake him as a girl.

But I never said that to him because he never joined in with the taunting or the chanting. One day, when I was in the library, Kayla came up to me.

I was getting a book from the shelves when she came and grabbed it from me. "Are you going to just pretend that you didn't put the stupid drink on me?" she said angrily. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Suddenly I saw a drink spill on the top her head. "Oh my god! Who did that?" I turned to see that it was Sam. "The thing is Kayla, this drink isn't stupid. It's only the person it got on who's stupid." he said. I smiled widely as he added " And that's my favourite flavour."

"Arrrggh! You guys are crazy!" She said and then she stormed off, her hair still full of big Red Super Gulp.

That was when we became best friends.

That was the Prologue and the sort of set up for the story. But not all of the story will be about this. Please please read and review!

Oh and i have a question for you:

What should the names for Lily's two friends (and Sirius's/Remus's romance) be?

And also, what should I call the tutu accident? (other than that)

I was thinking Zoe for Remus and Taylor for Sirius. And i'm not going to be using Alice or Marlene. Or Peter for the marauders. Hope you don't mind!