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My names Marissa shoos. People call me Roo. I have no clue why but they just did. My best friend is Emma who everyone calls Em. My school names everyone no matter who you are you have to have a name no ones just their name you must have a nickname. I'm a track runner, im the fastest in my grade. Everyone thinks im popular I belive that I have tons of friends no one hates me im basically me no one can stop me from being who I am. Everyday I go to track practice after school.Me and Em get ready in the locker room at walk to the track kids are talking about the huge track meet next month, talking about how scared they are im fine with it its just a small track meet im fast so I shouldn't be scared. "that meets gonna me insane!" says Em while tying her shoes then I ask "why its just a track meet?". she pauses for a second "just a track meet?" there is gonna be people from colleges looking for early runners." she says nervously. "well lets get to practice so couch doesn't get mad." I say while walking my way out of the locker room. We get to where the huge track team is surrounding the couch. "Alright I would like you to welcome our new runner, Brett, come up with a nickname later." the couch says with a chuckle and everyone else laughs to. Em whipers into my ear "I got one, total hottie." she says with a snort. I push her shoulder. after the couch talks to everyone about practice everyone walks away but the buff brett is standing in the middle of the field in the track. "welcome to the team im Roo." I say with a smile. "nice name im brett welcome me with nickname I hear everyone in this school has one." he says with a small smile. Hes a nice guy nice enough to actually to talk up a conversation. "cmon lets go for a run around the track." I say. we run around the track laughing and talking about childhood stories and stories about our strange parents. we sit on a bench eating apples and still talking and watching the sun go down. My mom picks me up from practice perfectly normal giving me a blue Gatorade like after all my practices. "so I found something in your bag today." she says while still seeming normal and keeping her eyes on the road. "really what?' I say taking a huge drink of my gaterade. "I found weed. yup pot! why the heck was that in your bag young lady?" said my mom nearly yelling at me. "no more track no more phone,computer or no friends over." I nearly scremed by head off inside of me. "mom you cant talk away track from me take anything away from me not track, and that's not even mine!" I yelled at her. she didn't say anything after that she looked so angry at me over something that wasn't mine. tears were in my eyes I tried to blink them away but they just keeped coming back. when we got home I ran up to my rooms and jumped into bed crying into my furry blue pillow. I will never see brett again. I have no classes with him not even lunch. The next day my mom drove me to school she tried to give me a hug but I just pulled away and got out of the car then a guy steps right in front of me. its jaken. The middle school bully. "Sup little girl maybe you could run across town and buy me some beer?" said jaken,i try to push him away but he just nudged at me again. "Get away from me." I said. he pushed me to the ground I scremed "get away from me!" then he came at me with a huge punch put brett tackled him. held him against the ground punching him in the face. then he goes close to Jakens face and says "if u ever touch her again I will do worse then punch you.." he says madly. "oh my gosh you did that for me?" I said. he brushed his fingers against by face "of course." I hug him with so much might. I may not have track for something I didn't do but at least I have brett. no nickname brett. I hug his wasit with my left arm and he puts his arm around me.i have him.