A/N: Some of this is fiction, some is based on my life. You'll never guess which parts are real, so my secrets are still safe. I really don't give a crap if no one reads this. This is for myself, in case I forget anything that happened. I'm not a good writer at all, so flame at will. Perhaps if I get no reviews, I'll stop posting up chapters. But I'll still keep writing my story even if everyone hates it. It's not your job to tell me not to.

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Leanne's POV:

You might ask why I'm writing this piece of crap work. No, it's not for you adoring (I wish) readers. This is my little diary/rant that I felt like showing to the world because a movie agent might read this and turn it into an angsty chick flick. It'll earn me millions and all you non- reviewers can go flip some Whoppers while I retire filthy rich before high school.

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An introduction might be necessary at this point. I'm your average nerd. Call me a geek, loser, quiet-person-in-the-back-that-no-one-would- notice-even-if-she-spontaneously-combust-and-burned-down-the-school-with- her.

Whatever.

I don't get especially good grades (I'm in honors, but my grades are barely scraping it), I'm not an over-achiever in any sports, and I'm basically not good or known for anything. I can't make small-talk to save my life, therefore insuring me the title of the "Loner in the Back". All fine and dandy with me, if I had wanted it this way.

What *I* want is maybe an acknowledging glance my way once in a while from a fellow classmate.

No, of course that's not all I want.

I want to be fucking noticed, I want a couple billion friends and a trailer of boyfriends, I want to be invited to a party at least a dozen times a day- and have the person say they're only having the party if I'm going to it. While I'm at it, I also want a pony, a villa near France, and Johnny Depp.

Most of all, I want to be popular. That's it. Keep your damn trailer and Johnny Depp if it means I'm popular and liked and actually feel like I'm worth something. But what did people say about first impressions? "Everyone judges you by your first impression."

How the hell would I have been able to make an impression if saying a simple "Hi" takes me a few weeks to consider and reconsider doing?

Forget it.

I haven't heard my name being called out by a single human being besides my parents since my preschool teacher taught me how to spell it. Deeming that probably the only reason my teacher said my name out loud was because I forgot what the first letter of my name was, I think I was born to repel people. All my teachers never call roll-call, so having the pleasure of listening to my name being mispronounced repeatedly for the first few weeks of school has never been mine. Getting a nametag has never been so appealing.

Being the quiet one has a few advantages. The mute can only listen and the deaf can only speak. The people in my class all are in dire need hearing-aids, so the eavesdropper always gets a few juicy tidbits. Like just today:

"Omigod! Did you hear Emily and Brad are breaking up? It's so sad! Emily's like, been all moping around about it. Like, at least I get a go at him now."

"Dude, did you see that foreign exchange student today? Heard that she was leaning over a girl and actually 'touched' boobs on 'accident'. Total lezbo. She had a damn great body though. Life sucks bad, man."

I could bore you with the details on how "Brianna totally, like, ruined her life by messing up her manicure" but I don't like making innocent people suffer. That was just a normal business day.

I've heard it all: from breakups to info on the new "in" couple, backstabbers to out-and-out insulters.

All endlessly entertaining, to be sure.

Nothing concerning *me* though. Okay, so now I have a lot to go on if I want to blackmail anyone in my class, but it's not like I have enough willpower to do so.

Imagine my interest if I found out a little fad circulating around the school one day that could defiantly work to my advantage.