You think I'm fake, eh? That I act the way I do because I'm attention crazy? Look here, Anna....I act all happy and anime-ish because that's who I am; not because I want attention. So yeah, maybe I do get a little lonely, but, like you keep saying, who wouldn't? I haven't talked to you because whenever I try, you turn your back to me and walk away. I'm not fake, and there was absolutely no reason for you to get upset about the dance. I talked about it for a couple of weeks beforehand, and nobody invited anyone in the first place; we found out we were all going AFTER we decided, all on our own, that we were going, and decided to meet up together at the dance. I came to show off my dress because my mom suggested it, I thought it was a good idea, to be honest, but you ruined someone's night. I cried at homecoming because of what you said, you know that? No one else knows, because I didn't want anyone getting mad at you. All I wanted was a "you look nice, hope you have fun!" but, apparently, it was too much to ask. And as for your friends not talking to you, it's not because of me. At least, not intentionally; I'd never try to take someone else's friends from them, whether you believe me or not.

Continuing on, I doubt that the ballad was rigged by the teacher; the STUDENTS voted, not him. He counted the votes because he's the administrator. I had only talked to him once or twice by that time, and the same goes for Jenn. there couldn't have been a possible bias there? Besidews, you didn't run, let alone vote; what does it even have to do with you?

Oh, and by the way, I may be slightly inexperienced as a member of the club, But I have enough leadership skills to know what I'm doing, Anna. And another thing, I didn't call 'cause I was busy at home. People do have lives, though for that week, my mind was centered on worrying about someone who seems to think I'm copying and identity I've never seen in them before. Do what you want, say what you want, act how you want, you're not going to hurt me with this anymore. I'm through with this childish, immature game you're playing. So, when you're done throwing your tantrum and realize you're without a friend that tried, don't come crying to me; I'm through with you.