(SARAHS POV)
Annabelle.
I'm SO totally jealous of her, because she has the most perfect life that I've ever seen.
Her mom is a high-level chef, while her dad, tough not seen ofter by her, is a pilot.
She has a perfect tan, long blonde hair, tall, and she's a boy magnet.
She literally gets asked out at least once a month, but her response is the same every time-
"I'm flattered, but I have more important things to do," and then we walk of together.
It's weird how she fits the perfect-girl stereotype, while I am- well, average. Yet, we're so close.
Me? My name is Sarah Anderson.
I have pale skin, medium length brown hair, freckles, hazel eyes and a long nose, and I've never had a boy like me.
Who'd blame the guys when I have a best friend who has way more to offer?
I mean, yeah, my parents are both employed in 2 jobs each, so we aren't exactly living in a dump. But because of their jobs, they never really have time for me.
Anyways, we both have the same crush. His name is Adam.
He is our age, 14, he has pale skin, a perfect smile and blond, curly hair.
He's that one guy that everyone likes but is super oblivious to that fact. He plays guitar, percussion, and piano.
Annebelle likes him for his looks, which I secretly find a bit shallow, but like Adam, I am artistic, and that's what I look for in a guy.
Anyways we were walking & talking on our way home from a long day of school.
After talking about our teachers and, of course, Adam, we finally arrived at my place.
As we walked in, Annabelle set her light blue backpack on my cream- colored couch.
When I said we don't live in a dump, that was an under- exaggeration.
Our chocolate- walls perfectly complemented our cream couches, and the blue stickers on the wall said, "God bless this home," "Love," there were little swirls on the wall with the entrance. As we walked on our white plush carpet into my room, we heard the school's marching band playing.
My room's blue walls (besides one purple one) were decorated by your's truly. Paintings of hearts and butterfly's were everywhere.
It sounds girly, but if you saw my room, you'd be impressed.
"What homework do you have today?"
"Annabelle!"
"What?"
"Homework? Really?"
"Never mind. I'm hungry."
We walked into my kitchen and pulled out a couple of cans of frosting and crackers.
Healthy stuff.
Annabelle can eat whatever she wants and not have to worry about it, and the same is with me.
After our snack, we got to our long- awaited homework.
One essay and two worksheets later, Annabelle went home.
