I remember sitting alone outside at the Scholarship Dinner in 8th grade. Everybody was enjoying themselves at the dance while I was by my lone self reflecting, being nostalgic and regretful. Although my visage showed a peaceful and serene expression, inside...I was truly dying. I wasn't crying, but when she found me and asked if I was, the tears just started coming out. They wouldn't stop pouring, and I broke down. I remember feeling so embarrassed and stupid for crying 'cause a bunch of people were crowding around me, asking what the matter was. I'm just scared I'll be back at that place.