Dima.

Since fifth grade, he'd been special to you. You'd always wanted to catch his attention. To get closer. But things weren't as you'd hoped, because you couldn't even be considered acquaintances. The only interactions were greetings, and only because you said hello first, or he'd occasionally ask you about your homework. That was it. His name was Dima.

You started changing. Changing so he would notice you. You always tried to stay close to him, but it didn't help. No matter how you changed, it was all in vain. You changed your hair color, your style, your makeup, and even your personality. You tried to be sweet, bold, rude, and cheerful. But it was all in vain.

Another new day. 4:30. You woke up, ate, washed your face, put on makeup, curled your hair, and picked out some nice clothes from your wardrobe. And then, finally, you went to school. Walking down the hallway, you noticed Dima. He was talking to another girl, the one who got everything from him: gifts, attention, and everything else. You even envied her. Approaching, you waved at Dima, to which he simply glanced and turned away, continuing his conversation with another woman. You'd long ago realized that to him, you were just a girl who was constantly pestering and fawning. And you didn't know what to do about it.