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Yep, you're Jane Dawson. Plain Jane. That's what people would probably call you, if anyone actually knew who you were. You're the queen wallflower. No friends, middling grades, never been asked out, and no real plans for the future. Sometimes when you're sitting at the back of the class you fantasize about what your life would be like if you had different parents. Maybe you'd be some super popular girl with a ton of friends you'd gossip with? And a whole line of guys wanting to ask you out. You feel a little embarrassed when you think about that, since you've always tried to convince yourself that you don't care about those things. But may you really do? Or you'd like to enjoy that kind of life, if you could? But you can't. So there's no point in even day dreaming about it. Other times, you imagine yourself performing some song in front of the whole school. With everyone cheering like you're a pop star as you sing your favorites into a microphone. Everyone would realize how cool and talented you are. That day dream makes you feel even more pathetic. The truth is, even if your parents were rich, you'd probably still just be some wallflower. It's in your nature.
You have proof of that, too. Your older brother was never a wallflower. Victor Dawson. He was some kind of genius. Girls thought he was handsome, and guys seemed to flock to him. But he always did exactly what he wanted, and always succeeded. Your parents never gave a shit about that either, but it didn't hold him back at all. So that's the proof. You're just a wallflower by nature. The epitome of nothing-special. Plain Jane.
Your brother ran away right around the time that you got your part time job, and he gave you a an old wood-hilted pocket knife to protect yourself on the walk to and from work just in case anything happened. A part of you hates your brother for leaving you all alone with your dead beat parents, but still you carry it with you everywhere. You tell yourself that it's because it's a good-quality knife. The truth is, you kind of miss him, and you hope he's ok, whatever he's doing out there.
You snap out of your reverie and.... only a couple of minutes have passed. God, today really might be the most boring day of your life.
