It's monday morning. I sit in class and Look at him,the Boy everyone likes. And who am I, yes the ugly girl, the ignored Person. I want to speak to him but the pretty Girls stay there. I would like to be like them but... forget it. After school I look at his pictures,listen to music. And then I fall assleep
I never thought it hurt so much. I dont want to cry anymore, so i write to him.
Hey, sup?
Hey nothing,but who are you???
Oh i am Sarah, i am in your class.
Ohh hey Sarah, why are you writing to me?
Just bc um. do you feel like going out?
Uhm, yes why not. Come to the skate Park (:
1 hour later, he was really there . He looks at me with a sweet smile, and sweet jesus he looks good. We talk for a while afterwards he tries to teach me how to skate.
And then I woke up. I realize it was a dream and start to cry.
Its like diyng
