‘Yes,’ I answered, swallowing my fear. ‘I ran out of gas.’ ‘Let me bring you to the gas station,’ he kindly offered. I didn’t need a sec...nd invitation. I rushed up to the vehicle and hoped inside. I closed the door quickly, without making direct eye contact with my Samaritan. The ride to the station was short and silent. He grabbed a metal gallon can from the bed and had me fill it. He placed it back as I paid the gas station owner. The ride back to my car was also silent, until he looked at me. No body talks to me, they only look and whisper to each other. Not a single boy ever asked me out, afraid of beeing laughed at. I'm done with it! When I graduate from school I will move to the big city! And start a new life. Don't worry diary I will take you with me.I need to clear my head. I closed my diary and thuck it away under my matras. Where did I put my beloved hair brush? Oh yes I know, I left in the bathroom when I cleaned it. I grabbed the brush and went back to my room and locked. “And as a member of the Parent/Teacher committee, I would like to be recognized for my part here at this prom. The very least you can do is mention my name before the King and Queen announcements.” My mom was just being so snotty that I decided that maybe I could help Principal Turner out by pretending to have something to say. I took a step closer to them and cleared my throat. “Uh...excuse me, mom?” Before I could say another word, my mom was looking at me with her typical snooty stare.. That means a lot to me," she said looking up at him."You mean a lot to me," he smiled down at her. "Is there something else you'd like to do? Not that I'm not perfectly happy to just sit here and hold you!" Maybe we can just sit here and make out like teenagers?" she grinned hopefully."That shouldn't be too difficult," he chuckled. "I swear you're still a teenager; the records must be wrong. If you looked any younger people are going to think I do my trolling at the local grade school." You are.