This is some girl you just met today. Shes the average boyish fifth grade girl, playing in mud, dirty, playing with bugs…you know, the average Jordyn crap. Every time she went home, her clothes were dirty. She can’t even stay clean for picture day. But, today is the first day of fifth grade. You met her while she was laying in dirt, cradling two spiders in her hands. Her coily, curly red hair shone in the summer sun, as she kicked her legs excitedly. She sits at your table during science, table four. You’re the only sensible one there.

As the curious child you are, you walk over to her, crouching at her side. Shes clearly engrossed in this spider stuff. Shes mumbling words like, “Yeah! Beat him up spidey!” And, “Oh no, he’s going down!”

She overall seems like an interesting child. Once it’s over, she looks back at you, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, aren’t you the girl who sits next to me in science?” She smiled. You could see that she was missing one of her canines. Probably fell out. And the other one was nice and sharp.