Hello everyone! I was in Discord not too long ago with a friend of mine. He's a programmer and said he worked on one of my favorite massively multiplayer online role-playing games, oh god, spelling all that out is rough, no wonder we usually just say MMORPG, anyway, he said the first thing he learns how to do when he learns a new programming language is print "Hello World". He said it is different and sometimes it isn't even something you print to a user's screen, not even sure how it would work when learning to build a video game, but I like it! So instead of "Hello everyone!" I'll change it to Hello world!

Hello world! My name is Allana, I am thirteen years old and I used to spend time outside of school just playing video games. I know, so weird for a girl, right? I mean what self-respecting teenage girl would just go to school, barely talk to anyone, then come home and spend the rest of her day playing video games? Like no one right?

Well, I do! I guess I should explain a few things about me before we go on. I mean, you're going to be getting to know a lot about me, I think. I mean that's the plan. Its the whole reason I'm writing this. So here, we go! I am, how did Tabitha put it, adorably shy. I don't like to talk to anyone except my sister, that's Tabitha, and maybe a couple of people in class, Momo is kind of nice and very understanding and cute and I should probably move on before this whole thing ends up all about Momo. Anyway, when I am called on, I shuffle in my seat awkwardly and try to talk until the teacher calls on someone else. I'm not stupid, and it isn't just Momo and Tabitha that say that, I just can't handle other people. Because I'm like that, anyone who approaches me to talk, even if they are just asking how my weekend was, ends up with the same mumbling mess the teacher gets and usually Momo steps in. To be honest, I'm not really sure how I ended up friends with Momo. I do remember when we first met. It was back in elementary school…

There I was that one fateful day at the beginning of fall quarter. I had just entered the fourth grade and was gearing up for another year of stammering and stumbling and awkwardly trying to make it through each day. Little did I know, this would be a far more awkward day then I have ever experienced.

First, when I sat down I just about slid right out of my chair. I manged to catch myself before my bum hit the floor, but not before my brand new skirt caught the edge of the chair and was just about yanked straight up. I stood quickly and straightened by skirt, but now everyone was staring at me. I blushed and sat down almost as quickly as I stood up. I put my head between my arms, on my desk, and closed my eyes hoping I would soon no longer feel the burning gaze of my classmates on my back.

Just as I was beginning to feel comfortable, I heard something. "Allana," it was faint but familiar, "Allana!" Was someone saying my name? "ALLANA!!" My head shot up. The teacher had been calling me. He shook his head. "Come to the board and solve this problem!" It was probably my worst nightmare. In third grade me and my teacher had an understanding, if she didn't call on me during class, I would stay late each day and help her clean up. Actually, I liked my third grade teacher, she was very nice, and would even let me help her grade quizzes and look over lesson plans. Of course, I was in fourth grade now, and had a completely different teacher. I think this was even his first year at this school.

I slowly stood up, with shaking legs, and tried to make my way to the front of the class. I kept my head down so I wouldn't see the faces of my classmates. If I couldn't see them then maybe, just maybe, they would all disappear and this would be easier. Of course, that isn't how things worked and my heart just kept racing faster and faster until I got to the board. My eyes couldn't even focus on what was written. "Teach!" someone called.

"No one help her!" the teacher, obviously angry, he probably thought I was sleeping, shouted.

"Dude, you stupid something?" the voice continued. At first I thought it was talking about me and I was just about ready to cry, but something really unexpected happened.

"Excuse me!?" the teacher asked, even more enraged.

"Do you have any idea who you just called up?" the voice continued. The teacher, either shocked by the student's blatant disrespect, or just unsure about the question, remained quite. "That's Allana, she never comes up to the board, and I mean never. Hell you're lucky she made it this far. If I were you I'd have her go sit right back down before we have to get the nurse."

The voice was probably referring to another time I was called up at the end of second grade. I had collapsed and woke up in the nurse's office. Guess they were worried that would happen again. Maybe they even thought that's why I was never up in third grade. "Listen!" The teacher shouted "I don't appreciate my students telling me how to teach. You will ALL sit quietly and wait for her to finish the problem!"

"Hell, its your funeral, but won't you look like just the worst teacher if she does pass out. You think we'll have any respect left you then?"

"First, watch you language! Second, if you're so worried, why don't you come up and solve it for her then!?"

"Fine!" the voice replied. Next thing I knew I was on my way back to my seat and another girl was up at the bored. She made a complete mess of trying to solve a math problem, but at least I wasn't up there any more. Only things weren't quite over.

"That's utterly wrong," the teacher said. "I'll see both of you after class." The girl dropped the chalk and stomped back to her seat.

I tried to sneak away after class, but the girl came right up to my desk just before I stood up. "Where do you think your going?" she questioned.

"I-I-" I started.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you." The girl said. "I'm Momo."

"A-A-" I tried to tell her my name, but it kept getting stuck.

"Allana," I know. "I transferred in last year. Heard a bit about you. Some people think your the most stuck up bitch in class, oh oops. Sorry my mom is always threatening to wash my mouth out." The girl place her hand on the back of her head and tried to look embarrassed, "Umm.. anyway I didn't believe them. You seem very sweet, if not a little shy."

"Are you two delinquents finished introducing yourselves?" someone asked.

"Not yet, but go ahead teach, you want to chew someone out, you got me! You can let Allana go home!"

"You're ten, you better learn how to respect your elders."

"Yeah, yeah," said Momo, "I heard that before. You going to let Allana go home or what?"

"Allana!" the man began. "Were you sleeping in class?"

"Dude, what is your deal!?" Momo asked. "Just let it go, she wasn't sleeping in class."

"I'm sure she can speak for herself!" the teacher exclaimed.

"Are you!?" Momo shouted. "Do you even know her? Seems like you're making a lot of assumptions and do you know what that makes you?"

"If you say it, I'll send you straight to…"

"The principle's office? Yeah me and him are very close. Listen, Allana is shy, not a delinquent, so just learn more about people before you judge them. I'll see myself to the principle, but I'll also be more than happy to tell him all about what you're doing to Allana, in graphic detail, if you know what I mean."

"Fine! Allana, you can go home." I wasn't sure what exactly Momo was implying when she said that or how it got him to change his attitude so quickly, but I was glad it was all over.

Just before we parted ways, I did something I never thought I'd do to anyone but Tabitha. I threw my arms around Momo, "Thank you," I whispered in her ear as clearly as I'm writing this now. It was the first time I said anything without stumbling that wasn't directed at my sister.

"Hey," Momo said, "any time." I think I held on a bit too long, because she soon started squirming. I let go but we've been nearly inseparable sense.

I don't if Momo had said something to that teacher or to the principle about him, or what happened after that day. All I know, is I was never called on again that entire year.

Sorry, I know I said this wasn't going to be all about Momo. Guess I was wrong. Momo and I are just very close, so I can't help but write about her a lot.