Tracy always admired you from afar. You were the most popular girl in school. You were the complete opposite of her, but that's what attracted her. She wanted to get to know you, find out why you were the way you were, and maybe be part of your popular group of girls.

But Tracy thought it was just a fantasy, since you might think she was too "childish" because of her clothes compared to yours.

—"Nice shirt"—you said one day as you walked by and noticed her following you, bringing a smile to Tracy's lips.

—"Thanks, nice belt."—She returned the compliment, making you stop and look at her. You smiled wider to yourself as you thought about how you could change her for the better.

—"Do you want to go shopping after school?"—You replied calmly, a wider smile forming on Tracy's lips.

—"Sure. Write your number here."—Tracy tried to control her emotions, unaware that she would experience a change because you were a bad influence.