“Hey!” I exclaimed, bouncing and bubbling to see him again. He looked at me, more he looked right through me. I refuse to be ignored, I thought to myself. “Hey Jason!” I tried again. By now I was getting frustrated. I skipped over to his locker. “Jason!” I yelled, “What’s up?” He looked at me, pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and then walked away.
“What is wrong with me?” I asked my friend Kara, later. “Nothing. He just isn’t into preppy girls.” She said. “I’m not preppy,” I said, “I’m just blonde and extra-happy and wear bright cl…” I paused, “Oh. I guess I am…BUT I REALLY LIKE JASON !” “Well, you have two options. a) you can change or b) he can change. Either way it won’t be real cause 1 of you won’t be being yourself. “Crap,” I whined, “Isn’t there any other way?” Kara thought, “I don’t know, but I have to get to class.”