Personal Narrative: Why Are Teenage Socialized?

It was oddly entertaining watching teenagers socialize. There were multiple teens who preferred to read or be on their phones to avoid speaking to anyone- I was one of them. Socializing wasn’t exactly my strongest skill, I don’t think I could even list socializing as one of my skills. A skill I actually had was being able to read people- which is why humans annoyed me so much. They all acted so fake. Most of them were driven by a desire to be likeable; completely changing the way they act around others for just a small bit of affection. -
"Met anyone new lately?" Asked mother. I observed as she prepared my lunch- a whole grain banana sandwich sprinkled with cinnamon and grazed with honey. Her hands moved in a fast pace- her wrist tattoo contrasting against her pale skin.

Even though she tried to sound casual I knew the true reason she was

The first thing I noticed was the amount of girls sitting by the front of the classroom. They giggled and laughed as they shared whispers between them. I looked over to the teachers desk, there sat a younger teacher than what I was used to. His face was hidden by his long brown hair but his body was nicely sculpted.
I lowered my gaze as I sat in my usual spot by the window, ignoring the giggling girls. The bell rang and the classroom quickly filled with confused teenagers. The teacher made his way to the front of the room, where I could clearly see his face. He had an amazing smile, sparkling green eyes and the cutest dimples. He was gorgeous.
“Hello class, I’m going to be taking over your class for the rest of the year. You may call me Mr. Styles.” His voice was slow yet deep, pulling me into its trance. His green eyes scanned the room, nodding at a girl who had raised her hand.
“What’s your name Mr. Styles?” She flirted. Her hands rested on her hands as she fluttered her lashes at him. Mr. Styles simply smiled and sat on a stool at the