I felt a rush of guilt going through me. I'm so... horrible. I couldn't face seeing Valentine's tears. I stood there in guilt and sorrow. Ready to cry. My back was turned and my fists were clenched. I thought me and Valentine were gonna turn out to be best friends... But maybe Doreen will be her best friend. I wasn't seeing anything but I knew that Doreen was comforting Valentine and assuring her. I was supposed to be that person. I thought I'd get a friend. Valentine's would be a good one too... I've never really had friends. Maybe it was cause I was "Feisty" and adventurous. But those aren't bad things are they? Or maybe it's because I never think before I do things. I just rush into them. Plus, I would always try to stand up for someone, but get too caught up in trying to defend them. That I say or do... Something. Like I did with Valentine. Which is probably another reason why i'm friendless. And lonely. My parents died when I was six. I lived with foster parents for at least twelve years. They were nice. My foster mom's name was Lacy, and my foster dad's name was Ry, Lacy Mooring and Ry Mooring. I stayed with them till I turned eighteen, and transferred here, to this academy, a day ago. And I was already... Killin it.
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