This is the story of how a girl who, although rather shy and awkward, ended up with a handsome guy like Dean. At the beginning of the year, she had promised herself that she would focus on her grades and find things that would distract her from the pain she felt inside. She wasn't sick or anything like that, it was more of a soul ache. Her soul needed to heal so she could be happy again. This is the problem of the soul, you can actually feel the pain your heart is going through and in my experience emotional pain is even worse than physical pain. In case of physical pain, you can take medication and the pain will eventually subside. It's hard to get rid of emotional pain, especially when you think it's gone, but it comes right back. I guess “pain is meant to be felt”. Mia was a good student, which made up for the fact that she was terrible at sports. She tried practically every team sport and her athletic skills weren't good enough compared to the other girls at school. “Hey, at least I’m smart,” is what Mia would say. Still, she felt discouraged when she saw the girls in their cute little uniforms hanging out with the hot guys who were also playing sports. It was his fourth year at the same high school. For some strange reason, his parents didn't make him move in previous years. She used to move so often that she actually started to like the idea of ​​starting over in a different place. Her parents, however, thought that settling down in one place until she finished high school would help her be more outgoing. It wasn't like she only had one friend, because she actually had two. Ally and Kate had been her friends since she met them in the library in first year. Their senior year would be their last... middle of paper... technically you didn't do anything to me," Mia said. "I still can't believe you wrote that about me," teased her Dean. "What?" Mia replied. "You know everything, 'I look at him while he doesn't look at me to appreciate the beauty of his soul.' that kind of thing,” Dean said. The truth is that Mia wrote that, and more (if you really want to know what else she wrote, you'll have to read the bottom of this page). , I can't stop looking at you, your hair, your eyes – to some people they might look like normal eyes, and yet I find them special. They hide the truth of your thoughts, of your past experiences, but. above all they show the beauty of your soul. I look at you while you are too distracted to see me. And sometimes, when your eyes meet mine, I smile at you, thinking that one day you will know how I feel about you...