I drift past the corridor of my 8th grade hall. I look at all the people with groups of friends, and some hugging people, saying goodbye. Many of them are crying. I only had a few to say goodbye to. I didn't cry. They didn't cry. We just said goodbye. I am just a nobody. I am not taking my friends for granted, its just that they would be fine without me. Nobody would care about the empty seat at the lunch table. My past friends from my old school forgot about me, and moved on the better things. So here I am. Lonely. Waiting for summer vacation to end to go back to my 'friends'. I mask my sadness at school, and when I break down, no one asks: 'Hey ----, what's wrong'. They sit there, acting like nothing is happening.