here i go...(3)

Dear Journal, don't get ripped up by Una ever again, do I make myself clear!?!?

"this whole High School transition is really hurting you isn't it Harold?, Una asked, we finally got to attend the same school again.

"not really", I said trying to sound tough

"what up lil' man", yelled Brandon Pike as he playfully punched me in the stomach. I thought he would have never tried to do that again, because one time I puked.

I always thought Brandon's name was a little ironic, because in most instances that I've witnessed the person named Brandon was usually a little guy with round glasses who's nose was always running, but Brandon was sporty and girls loved him.

"hello, earth to Harold!", Una always yelled at me when I didn't answer someone right away.

"oh, uh n-not much really", I slowly replied to Brandon after a couple seconds

Brandon made a strange face and said, "wow dude you are one tripped out space cadet"

"go easy on him babe hes just like a little kitten, really shy", Una explained to the big doofus with the military hair cut.

She had been dating Brandon for a couple weeks and already referred to him 'babe'

I must admit I was horrified when Brandon had her cut off her Rapunzel locks, and I don't really like him anymore, because of that.

I did have other friends besides Una, or at least some good acquaintances

the problem was that you were either a geek, nerd, dork etc., or you were deeply in 'love' and could pay attention to no one, but your lover.

I guess I was sort of an 'other', because not even the geek, nerd, dork etc. liked me.

Una got to know me the hard way, which involved lots of forced apologies.

I was a loner.