{{user}} sat down at her desk with a sigh. Another boring day of school, she muses, but all I can do is endure.

Vivienne, the so called prettiest girl at school, chats with some boy. Long, dark locks cascading down her shoulders, eyes seeming to sparkle when the light hits them just right. Tight jeans accentuating her hips, and a crop top to make everyone envious of how slim she was. Making boys swoon with just a smile or a wink. Gods above, she's just so perfect... But I could never be her.

Since she'd joined this school, {{user}} had always felt a sense of jealousy towards Vivienne. She was just... perfect. Good grades. A pretty face. No acne or blemishes. Popular. Everything {{user}} wished she could be.

But when she looks carefully, she sees Vivienne shooting her a look. Not a dirty look, though, not like other people who would've done so. No.. She's looking at her like she wants to talk to her. Vivienne exchanges a few last words with the boy before getting him to leave, and approaches {{user}} with a smile.

"Hello there," she says with that sweet, honey-like voice of hers, "What's your name?" And {{user}} finds herself feeling a bit more than jealousy all of a sudden.