My big sister believed in me. She had always loved me. She was so beautiful. I had always looked up to her, she was a role model for me.

I sat in the back of the classroom. The teacher, the students and even the open windows couldn't pick up any sound from me. I was silent, barely noticeable. Why was I so quiet? I had no one I trusted, for some reason I was afraid. I didn't know why, it was just true. I wished I could trust anyone, speak to someone. But I couldn't.

I was 13. I was still in love. I still sat in the back of the classroom. Sometimes I was annoyed, why couldn't they see me? I was afraid to say something, what if I was wrong. I was afraid to make mistakes. I didn't believe in "We learn of our mistakes", but I believed in love at first sight. Sometimes I managed to force my eyes to look at him. The guy that made me feel something, the guy that made me happy, the guy that made me able to live.