Being or feeling different from the other children around me was the last thing I wanted. For some strange reason, I imagined high school like in the movies. From this image, I wanted no part of the inconvenience of the years, which basically meant I didn't want to be judged or looked at strangely as I walked the halls. From my freshman year to my senior year, it was all about looks. The majority of students I was around focused heavily on their appearance with designer clothes. Having no idea, I complied with these students and did the same. The hard-earned money I saved from my parents was wasted on clothes and sneakers I didn't even own