Chapter one

If you were the only person who could see a gorgeous sexy man what would you do ? "He's not really here he's just a figment of my imagination" I repeat to the therapist as I do three times a week on school weeks "good now have you seen him lately" "how could I see something that isn't real ?" "good girl, you may go to class now" it's the same thing every time I see my therapist "good girl, you may go to class now" my bestfriend mocked "Why can't they see you ? it would be so much easier for me" "then who would do your homework ?" "good point" I said quietly so no one would look our way "let's get this over with"
[second year of high school half over]