There's even something sad about the ones who never look back.For two years, four months and seven days of my high school life, my destiny was to spen... thousands of therapy dollars to let some stupid teenage shit go. Fortunately, fate had plans for me and no intentions of waiting for graduation."You, freshman!" a female voice yelled.Not being a freshman, I kept looking for an isolated spot to have lunch. Truth be told, I could sit anywhere and the area would have cleared out. It was so obvious,. Other judges, lawyers, policemen, you never knew who might be sitting in my father's office with him when I came home from school or work. I grew up with these people, and some were even like family to me. They all knew me and most of them had seen me grow up too. But it did happen sometimes that a new face showed up at our house, a face I hadn't seen before. And this was one of those days.I was sitting in my room, reading a book when I heard some voices in the living room. There were two. Confirming the address, I approached the door and rang the doorbell. To my surprise, I was greeted by a rather stunning girl, answering the door in a black tank top and yellow short shorts. It didn't take me much time to realize that I was standing outside the home of Miranda Cosgrove."Oh, you made it!" She squealed in delight. "Thank you thank you thank you." She took the package from me and placed in on the floor next to the door. "I really hope it wasn't too much trouble for you." No, it. "Hi everybody. Welcome to Intro to Literature. If this isn't the class you signed up for I would be glad to point you in the right direction. Otherwise, here is a syllabus for the semester. I would advise you not to lose it as I will not hand out any other copies. If that is too much for you to handle, well I advise you to go drop this class. It's too big for my taste anyways. My name is Gabe Nestler. I hate my last name so please, out of respect for me, call me Gabe!" His eyes locked with.