Still I am wrong

This is the story of my two friends and me...

Just ascended to the middle school, I know to pull them, one is a pure and lovely girl, one is a lively and beautiful girl. They are very good, but they are too good to play with them, often forgetting to pull time. Gradually, I learn to drop and they encourage me. It may be that the play is too good to pull, the jealousy of the pull students, some people began to pick the glass room, I also fascinated the fans, I believe that pulling them, open is not trusting them... alienation...

I finally understand the taste of loneliness. Maybe, when the ugly duckling turns into a white swan, I have to go through it. I suddenly look back and understand... the ugly duckling is wrong...