Despite my attempts to start my junior year on a good note, it wasn't going all too well. I started having difficulties keeping up with my studies during my sophomore year, and my less than perfect GPA had reached my mother's ears.

My family consists of hardworking, talented, and intelligent people. My dad was a top graduate from a 4-year college. When he was in his college years, he'd joined politics, and assisted in rallies. He pursued journalism. He became supervisor of a nationwide company at the young age of thirty-something. He was knowledgeable... about everything. My mom was the summa cum laude of her 4-year college. She helped out at her adoptive parent's farm and helped raise her youngest sister at twenty-three. She was, by all means, responsible and hardworking. There was nothing she couldn't do. She was a track star in high school and received compliments from everyone. Even to this day, everyone looks up to her.

Because I live in a household of six, it wasn't only my parents who shined.

My eldest sister, Gemma, was born with the talent to draw. She excelled in literature. She was very expressive. Aside from her intellectual prowess, she had milky-white skin growing up. She attracted many admirers, and as the eldest, she was loved not only by our parents. Everyone anticipated her birth. Everyone remembers her.

Genevieve who came second was the spitting image of our mother in everything she did, smart, quick-thinker, hard worker, responsible, and reliable. Out of four siblings, she stood out as the child who'd become successful. She reigned in all that she set her mind to. She was admired too. At the age of 18, she'd already acquired a job in her chosen major. If she could pass life, no one else had the right to complain about their life.

Then there was Gabriel, the youngest of us four and the only son. Born with unbridled talent, he could do without effort and still accomplish all he wants just by wanting. The revelry and anticipation of his birth by default made him lovable.

I couldn't even compare.

When I met Warner in junior high, I didn't pay him much attention. He was just one of the many boys who hung around Drake. Somehow, everyone paled in comparison to the charismatic-Drake, who I then had a crush on. It wasn't the like-like kind of crush. I admired him. He was cool as a cucumber. Seriously.

Drake had an aura about him I wanted to be bathed in.

He and Lilly were close friends, and she overflowed with that same aura. It's what made her so friendly, easy-going, and smart. She was top notch. She excelled in both sports, academics, and inclines for music. She got along with everyone, from lower to upperclassmen.

Back when I was still living in the Philippines, during nursery, I was a small and cute child. I was unexpectedly smart, but I didn't like people. I didn't like crowds or working alongside others. I hated music. In pre-school, I was still the small and cute child that exuded pretty. By the time I got to grade school, I started to think, no one could compare to me aside from family. I was pretty after all and smart, but then I soon learned everyone else was like that too. I sucked at math. I couldn't get the hang of learning languages. Not only could I not fly by academics, but I also had a very negative view of friendships. I didn't like any of the girls. I couldn't quite get along with them.

Why was it that everyone rivaled my pretty and overcame my smarts?

One day during my eighth year in the world, I found a girl in my class sitting in a corner talking actively with other girls. I was bothered by the way she sat because I'd recently gotten into trouble at home for it. "You shouldn't cross your legs like that. Only boys do that." At least, that's what I had been told.

"That's stupid, Georgiana. Girls can cross their legs like this too!"

Weren't girls supposed to be feminine and conservative?

When I met Warner, he wasn't even comparable to Drake, but that eventually changed. Warner was a boy who understood that some flowers grow in the strangest of places, something I hadn't known about at the age of eight.