So there I was, on the phone with the most popular girl in school, at 11. "Sorry I'm calling so late. I forgot what the math homework was and she's gonna kill me if I don't hand it in again." "Oh," Ok, I was really disappointed. People just use me. Noboy likes me. "Ok, so that's not the reason I'm calling. You see, there's gonna be a concert Friday, My Chemical Romance'll be playing, and I wanted to know if you want to come with me..." The walking angel asked me to the concert I was trying to prevent. So what was I supposed to say? "Sure," my plans were ruined. "Great, I'll see you tomorrow!" a dead phone line rang in my ear as I stood there in disbelief. Disbelief that she asked me, it was probably a prank, she doesn't like me, nobody does, and disbelief that I accepted.