The Story of Gretel. . .

…My name is Gretel. I have a short wavy marigold-colored hair and both purple eyes. I'm incredibly shy mostly of the time. When I was in Middle School I am really shy like right now. So soft spoken. Girls of my class always gathers around me and thought they are my friends when I heard them talking at the bathroom.

"You know Gretel? I hate her. I mean she acts cute in front of the boys. It's so disgusting."

"I know. She looks so weak and pale she wants the boys to notice her."

Since then, I was always alone. I don't have many friends or even a friend. I'm really shy to make friends and I feel so nervous just talking to them. This high school I want to change something. One time, I entered the gymnastics club. I felt something maybe I could make friends there, I hope. But it seems I'm really a coward and frail.

I'm actually a bit small but not too small. I'm a freshman and already a 15. I lived on a small town near the mountains but since I was 10 we left and lived at the city. Everyone on my hometown is nice but since I got to the city it's been 5 years. I never had a chance to adjust my life. Middle school was a bit hard for me. . . But this High School I must change. A new life for me. I will change.

I hope this time I will.

I will try to make friends. I don't want to happen what happened to me before. I will try. Try hard to make friends even just once. I don't want to feel hatred and betrayal again.