I sit there, doing my work until you walk into the class room. I know you, everybody does. You’re part of the popular group, after all. Leader and the best of them. Who doesn’t know your name? Even the teachers are excited to see you. I don’t blame them at all, though.

”Hi!!”

Basically everybody yells out, running up to greet you, like your some celebrity. To be fair, in this school, you are. I sit there, admiring you. Not like I’d ever actually talk to you, you’re too perfect. I’ve known you since kindergarten, but we don’t speak much. You’d probably just shut me down anyway. Although we’ve known each other since kindergarten, and I’ve loved you ever since we met all those years back, I rarely speak to you. But I’m not scared to speak to you. It’s just…you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, the most beautiful anyone’s ever seen. And your features are all unique. And your personality is so kind and sweet and overall amazing…shit, I’m thinking only about you again.