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She sat in her usual chair in the school common room. She wouldn't have called herself popular but her five closest friends sat around her. This scene would be perfect, she thought solemnly to herself, if it wasn't for the fact that I'm sitting alone as usual. She looked to her left, where her best friend Emily sat with her arms around her boyfriend's neck. She glanced around at the couples surrounding her. Why is it that she was the only one without a boyfriend? She sighed. The bell rang for the beginning of lessons. Great, History. At least they were together, without their other halves. She plucked up the courage to ask.

"Erm...Are we still meeting up later?
"Yeah, course we are." Replied Melanie, smiling the way she always does.
"I just thought I'd check." She returned the smile, timidly. Olivia reached over and put her arm around her shoulders, to reassure her.
"Don't worry so much Amelia. We always go out on Friday, don't we?" Yeah, right she thought. They used to go out every Friday. But that was a while ago. Ever since they had been leached onto their boyfriends, she had begun to see her friends less and less.
By the end of the day, she was dreading meeting up with her friends. They always met at the same coffee shop and then planned to go shopping. She was always left sitting outside for hours, only to find she had been forgotten about, yet again. She always felt so stupid and naive as she watched the same faces walk past and stare at her.
She picked out her favourite pair of black jeans and her favourite top, the one with the purple flowers on.
"Damn it, no shoes." She looked around her room and spied her Converse lying in the corner. She smiled. She pulled them on her feet and put on her coat. Please don't rain, she thought. I didn't spend all this time getting ready for nothing. She headed out the door. A cold wind ruffled her hair as she buttoned up her coat. The caf shop was only twenty minutes away. Looking at her watch she had decided she had taken too long to get ready. She quickened her pace. She was never late; this wasn't going to be her first time.
The sky had begun to get darker as she reached the coffee shop. She sat down on the usual bench and waved to the store clerk in the store opposite. He smiled back at her. Amelia checked her watch. She was late, by ten minutes. They should have been here by now. She watched the sky grow darker. This always happens, she thought to herself.

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