• Have you ever walked down the street and wished you were invisible? Thats how I feel everyday. I have only one friend and my life is miserable. My days are nothing but sorrow. I am taunted at every possible moment by those around me. To them my life is meaningless. To them I am nothing. I am nobody!
    My name is Leslie Crey,short,average sized,blond haired and blue eyed. I am in 10th grade and have great grades, but that means nothing in a world of cruelty. I spend my lunch period in the way back corner of the lunchroom at a small table with my only friend, Clint,tall,average sized,brown haired and green eyed. My seat in my classes aren't any different. I sit in the way back and in my classes I have with Clint, next to him. Unlike me he is more popular and has much more friends than me. I guess life is just cruel to me. I am that black cat crossing your path on Halloween. The bringer of misfortune.
    I am very lucky to have Clint around. Life is more bearable when I am by his side. Still that doesn't stop me from thinking dreadful thoughts that I lead him to believe he had guided away. To him, each smile of mine is a start to a happier life. My life will never be happy no matter how much he wishes it was. Ever since 5th grade I was unpopular and was taunted. My parents always told me to ignore it..But I can't...I really can't. Those hugs I get from Clint every so often are my sanctuary, they are my joy. My happiness locked within. There were so many times now I tried to tell him how much I loved his company and that I was grateful for him being my friend. But pain like I have felt does things to you. Sometimes it makes you weak, and sometimes it makes you lose your courage. That's what happened to me.
    I lay down every night and cry myself to sleep. I wonder how and when I could regain happiness and if I would ever, truly be loved. Little did I know, I was loved.
    One night I lay myself to sleep, and of course cried. It was longer than usual, this crying spell lasted for two hours. I had a horrible thought this morning. Horrible and scary. I took deep thought to it and thought I might carry out with this thought.
    As I woke up I realized it was 11:00 am. Lucky me because it was a Saturday. My cell rang...It was..of course Clint. He asked me if I might want to join him in a picnic. The picnic was going to be by one of the cliffs that has a drop off of about 800 feet and it would be a deadly fall if you were to trip near it. Being in Colorado and all,it was quite nice out. The cliff was about two blocks from my house and I guess he was already there so I started walking.
    When I got there I took in the scenic view. The flat area where Clint sat with the supplies, the cliff with its drop off and the sharp rocks and grass below it. I looked around again and again just to absorb everything. The scenery was amazing, I sat next to Clint. He smiled at me, his smile could brighten my heart in an instant...But not today. I sighed, I couldn't wait any longer. I got up and so did Clint. This was my last chance. I took his hand in mine and kissed him repeatedly. He looked like he was enjoying it. I burst out crying.
    I gathered up my courage walked up to the cliff. Clint knew what I was thinking, his face was filled with pure horror as I let myself fall into the depths of the unknown. He ran to the edge and shouted I love you. It was the last thing I heard other than the shrill of the wind as I fell farther and farther to my death.
    Finally noticing an envelope under his foot, he picked it up and opened it. It read "As the days dragged on I feared I could not live any longer, you were that brightness in my life. That shining star. That was not enough to take away my suffering. My last tears were not for myself but for you. I loved you. Please understand that" He finished the last words and tears filled his eyes. The letter escaped his hands and he let himself, too, fall to meet his end.