Wallflower

When you’re done introverting in a dark corner, I found us a ride home.

because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.

I was widely respected and liked. I could float among the groups with ease, could stick up for anyone at will (and usually did). But I never belonged to anything in particular, and that is true of all floaters. Also, those girls that do stick by their principles and behave admirably during junior high school are respected, but generally shunned. I

a part of me had still ached. Could feel that I was standing outside of things, waiting for the moment I would finally become a part of it.