I like to watch. I think I’ve said that before, but it’s true. And today the object of my staring, grey eyed gaze was Mandy Oliver. From where I sat in the library I could see her nearly sucking the face off of James Monroe. I really wouldn’t have wasted my time on the stupid exhibition of hormones gone wild had I not known one little fact: James Monroe was not Mandy’s boyfriend. Thomas Mallory was and I happened to like Thom. A lot.

There was a time in my life when I wasn’t the cold, empty girl I am today. No, my current dispostion is a result of my peers. Because I was quiet, they figured me insignificant, and I belived them. Hence, the near invisibility.

However, in the third grade Thom was somewhat of a crusader on the playground, and I, Delaney Abbott, was in serious need of saving.

I suppose it’s rather silly of me to attach myself to a boy who hasn’t said anything but ‘hi’ to me since the third grade, but then I’m not exactly sane.

Which is exactly why Mandy Oliver should watch out.