Karlee's smile turned to a hard straight line. She had no friends to hang around. They all rushed off for their journeys without her.
"Please! I want to travel with someone! PLEASE!" Karlee yelled her wish into the air, hoping someone would hear it. Karlee was about to cry, "no, no. I am tough, I can't cry."
"I'm, fine," Karlee lied, she was the one to judge a book by it's cover. These new people didn't look very brave or strong. Karlee got off her feet and started to walk, then she saw many people, then she saw a boy (DJ). He appeared to be writing in a journal, Karlee walked up to him, smiling as she took steps.
"Actually, I believe DJ is fairly known, but not alot of people use it," Karlee was telling the facts, "My names fairly common too, Carly, Karly, Carli, Karlee, Carlee."
"But its spelled different. You know, I actually like you. Your different from other girls. You just have that certain something that I like. You my friend are fabulous.