<div style="text-indent:1em;">On any other day Saven would have gone about his day as if nothing had happened, most of his life he had tried to stay away from people, and he had good reason to. In Saven's mind people were loud, selfish, and un-exceptive of anything that wasn't "politically correct".</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Today was not one of those days, Saven had never talked to a girl. He'd always wanted to, but he never could, he always found reasons not to talk to girls. Since he was planing his suicide at the moment, talking to a girl really didn't seem that scary. If people planning suicide normally made bucket lists, talking to a girl would probably be on Saven's, and why don't they, ig your not scared of death why should you be scared of doing everything you've wanted to do your entire life? Why,because it's not "right", or it's not "normal", observations like these are why Saven was going to give up on life in the first place!</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">So with all of these questions running through Savens mind he felt a fire welling up inside him. He was gunna do it, he was <span style="font-weight: bold">finally</span> was going to talk to a girl. The words he spoke now would be the highlight of his entire life. So he said,</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"So how's the weather" <span style="font-style: italic">great,the highlight of my  life, and i blew it.</span></div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Saven felt the fire that had welled up inside him be stomped out by his over whelming sense of embarrassment. <span style="font-style: italic">Just kill me now</span>, he thought.</div>