One time, in TSA, I had worked with two people I never knew existed. Their names were Ansch and Evan. I had been extremely shy and didn’t even want to work on the project. I would make up excuses to just leave and not go. I had hated it and wished to quit every day. Gradually, I had started to enjoy working with them. They were fairly humorous and very kind to me. Although, at first, they didn’t exactly include me any everything and made me an outcast. They did tease me behind my back one time for not going to TSA twice in a row. I then started to drift apart again and make up more excuses. Eventually, I stopped doing that and actually started to work with them again. One time, it was just Evan and I and I had really gotten to know him which
