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A/N - The third chapter, I really didnt expect to get this done today, but I guess once my mind gets going there is no stopping it, so enjoy

Dead popular

The feeling of her cheeks burning was familiar to her now. She slammed the door to her bedroom and dove to the floor in a heap of tears and blind fury. Why hadn't she ever seen this before? How could she have been so blind as to see that the kids of the cul-de-sac – her friends – did not really care for her at all? She was the most popular girl in the neighbourhood – and yet she was also the most desperately alone. Kevin used her as a means of gaining popularity for himself. Sarah used her to gain her advice – but only when she did not have any better source. Both Ed and Rolf did not understand her. Eddy used her as a way of needling Kevin and Double D could pretend to be as compassionate as he could, but Nazz knew that it was only his stifling politeness that allowed him to do this.

Tears fell down her cheeks once again. Tiny liquid spheres of pain that washed over her and blurred her mind of any rational or clear thought. She reached beneath her bed and pulled out a small book. She loved to write. It was one of the only things that Nazz truly had a passion for. She grabbed a nearby pen and wrote down whatever thoughts her mind could conjure.

A few hours ago, I stood here and I thought I had it all
But I've realised something about you and it's made me fall
Into the hands of death and despair
And all these people look right through me
It's as though to them I'm not really there...

Wouldn't expect you to hear my cries, my desperate calls
As nothingness hit when you broke down my walls
No expressions left to play upon my face
So all you people can walk right through me
You see I've fallen from your grace...

And now I know I'm nothing that you'd be interested in
Unless I bury all the sadness and the worthlessness within
And once I paint my smile on, hold myself up tall
Suddenly I am seen again but still I feel so small
Because I know as you look through me
To you I've never really been here at all...

She stopped and read through what she had just written. Whenever she was writing poetry it was as though her mind completely let go and her hands shifted into automatic as they moved swiftly over the paper forming words and lines that she barely even recognised once she had finished. Usually she wrote poems of love, of beauty and of... lies. This sudden thought seemed to startle her as she realised that is exactly what her past writings had been based on. Lies. Ideals and fantasies of a fictional paradise that she had created in her own mind. A place where she was the perfect person she had always craved to be, she had all of the friends that she could ever need, and where all of the people around her craved for her attention. But, as she read through her most recent piece of work she realised that her reality couldn't be any more different, and that it was not the people around her that craved attention, it was she herself who was desperate for approval. She looked at the words on the page in front of her, and to be honest they scared her. It scared her that such dark and sinister things could have escaped from her own mind, which she had always believed to be so pure. She collapsed in a trembling heap on the floor. She must have been loosing it; She must have been – otherwise she wouldn't have to face up to the reality that was so very different to the sanctuary that had kept her so safe in her own mind, the reality that showed things for what whey really are, the reality that she hated. Sapphire eyes, now haunted with tears rested on an object in the far corner of the room that was shining brightly as it reflected the light of the sun that streamed through her window, and was the only path she could see to her own destiny.

"She was a friend of mine from when I lived in Peach Creek – Nazz she was called, beautiful girl huh?" Kevin explained to his new roommate who had just picked up the small frame that had been sitting on Kevin's desk. The frame held an old, worn photograph of a blonde, pretty girl in her early teens alongside a much younger version of Kevin. Next to the photograph was a sheet of paper with her handwriting scrawled all over it. A poem.
"It was always a tragedy, what happened to Nazz – she had the ability to go far" Kevin sadly continued as he drew his gaze away from the old frame that he held so dear to his heart.
"What happened?" his roommate questioned
"She died when we were young. Not long after this photo was taken. Doctors said it was suicide, though they never really told us how. They gave me this poem, said she had been holding it in her hand when they found her."
"Man, I'm sorry" apologised his friend. He again took the frame in his hands and read through the words of the poem. "Sounds as though she felt lonely" he concluded softly
"Yeah, that's something I've never been able to get. No one could understand why she felt that way. To me she had always seemed dead popular..."

And there you have it! The completed thing. Sorry if I've been mean to the other charecters, but I love them all really, the way they were portrayed was just so that it would suit Nazz's state of mind at the time - I personally still love 'em to bits thanks for all the reviews