I hated her. I hated her so much. She was the sweetest girl around school and she was so well behaved. Not to mention smart. I was so jealous of her.

But every time I would talk to her, I'd feel my stomach twisting in knots. No matter how many times I tried being mean to her, she would just be nice to me back. I've had it.

I saw her in the library the next day and I walked up to her with my arms crossed. I "accidentally" knocked over her tower of books.

"Oops."