to the second question: For me at least, sometimes. I'm bipolar, so my outfit usually differs with my mood, but that doesn't mean it's always right. One time you'll see me in all black and my hair pulled into a loose bun with my extremely long bangs in my face and really dark make up, and other times you'll see me sporting pink and white skirts and polos and bright silver make up with my hair scrunched. But sometimes I'll wear the exact opposite, like I'm an extremely perverted person with a very corrupted mind, and I'll wear a red headband with my hair straightened and khakis and a red polo and white nurse shoes... always smiling with my glasses pushed up my nose completely looking like an innocent little girl...

I've always loved elegant and flowing Victorian dresses in either dark hues or light vibrant colors with mascaraed masks covered in glitter and feathers and elegant, intricate designs.

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Usually if I see someone and my palms get sweaty it means, I'm nervous. I'm only nervous if I'm put in the spotlight, caught doing something wrong, or if I like someone. :)

When I was in 1st grade, I was brilliant. I understood more mature jokes and I was very clever. One time my teacher was having a rather bad case of PMS and I walked up to her and said, "Mrs. Lee, when are you having the baby?" I was quite the little daredevil, lol!

Umm... I'm not sure. I personally have never felt love (romantically) in my life before, and I know if I were to live my whole like single, I'd be perfectly happy. Because the pain of being alone can be cured by being with friends and family, but the pain of a broken heart can only be cured by getting over it, or the one who broke it. :3

I find this... intriguing. It's interesting really. I've read stories like this ( stories in which the narrator is writing a story), and nobody seems to be able to pull it off, But you did well. It was, however, somewhat hard to follow. I found myself rereading sentences. I would have to read some multiple times before they made sense. Other than that, it was very well written. I did not find any grammatical/spelling errors, which I'm happy about.

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Okay, out of critic mode, it was AWESOME! lol, I loved it. And to answer that question. I believe in it to an extent. I believe you can find your soulmate by seeing them the same way you can find your next best friend by looking at them. You can see your true love and think, "I wanna talk to them!" But you must get to know them, and talk to them, and become friends with them before you can declare then your one true love. After all, you should marry your best friend!

:( I love your story so much, to the point where I've re-read every chapter. I remember first finding this and thinking it was going to be the stereotypical "ugly girl gets hot jock" story and finding it to be so much more. I miss your updates like crazy! Won't you please feed my addiction? XD

But thank you so far for this great story, and I'd love it if you finished it :)

aw...poor Rick. I kinda want her to pair up with Rick...I just feel that Rick is opening up to her the most, and she's not even getting it yet fully.

O-o..."structurally streamlined" ? Who ever says that in a conversation? Let alone a comment about a girl? Hehe. That line alone made me review. Great writing. Captured the awkwardness of high school love...wait, this is set in high school right...trying to rack my brain about how old they are...oh well.

WOW, that was a fantastic description of love!

I really really like your main character. I feel like she's me talking, only in fancier words. :)

Your style is very unusual, but for some reason, I find myself liking them. I'm off to read the rest of the chapters, but I just got to say, I'm enjoying them so far!

"He thinks you're graceful. And... he thinks you're structurally streamlined."

I blink at him. "Wow, that's just every girl's fantasy, isn't it?"

"What?" Steven says.

"To look like a car. Should I be flattered?"

Your turning me into a pig with all this snorting ans laughter, it isn't healthy lol ;p

you had me laughing at this -

Shina squints at me. "Don't play stupid with me."

"Trust me, she ain't playing," Erica mutters.

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lol loved that line.

Doot doot doot...I guess I'm reading your story and writing a review for every chapter. :) I hope you don't mind my incessant rambling.

Ah, don't apologize; I actually really liked this chapter. I found it the introduction of the instant messaging conversation and the little insights to the characters refreshing. I really want to see how this goes, though my prediction (and inclination) is that the narrator will end up with Mr. Eyes-of-Indian-Summers. ;)

I especially like this line- "Here's a confession: Give me reality, and I'll cling to ambiguity, hang onto hope. I suppose this is why the only thing I consciously try to be is pessimistic."

A pessimistic optimist-at-heart, it seems. And that is definitely something I can relate to.

Now onto my narcissistic musings. :) I, to borrow your words, typically sink into deep denial. I don't like anyone knowing; I can't imagine anyone wanting to tell someone else about their little crushes. It's just, I don't like being stripped naked, if you know what I mean. I really don't like falling into an attraction, as I feel that it disrupts my whole flow. Some quirks of mine? Well, I can't really name any at the top of my head except that... I like eating food off the floor. Well, I don't mind it but eh. My friends greatly dislike it when I do so but, truth is, I just love seeing their reactions.

So this is the longest thing I've written on this site. Dang.