She's perfect.

School sucks,

School sucks. But you know what doesn't suck? Michael. Michael's in your class. That's sweet, but the ugliest,  most vile kid is in it too. Her names judith, she's always stirring up trouble, getting yelled at and she thinks she is cool. Even worse, she's Michael's girlfriend. Who knows why he chose THAT thing. But whatever , they'll eventually breakup, like her 2000 other boyfriends. In 5th grade she was dating this dude for a day then dumped him because of a sience test she didn't get answers to. She's that stuiped that she has to use and date people for sience answers. The easiest thing and she is so dumb she cant even do that. Her parents must be really proud. Michael sits in front of me, it's always hard to see the board with his mop of hair in the way, styled into a stuiped shaggy mullet. God he's cute, his friends giggle at my staring, am I that obvious? Maybe. But schools almost over. And when it is im kicking off my shoes and laying on the couch. Maybe grabbing my flip phone and setting up a hang out. The school bell interrupted my thoughts, school was out! I followed everyone out, blending in like I was a nobody. No one really talked to me. I always hang out and associate with the same people. I catch the bus and ride it home, staring out the window, wondering where all the time and gone. My friends were all older and had boyfriends and jobs, while I just sat around doing nothing with my life. I acted like a big kid. Taking my anger out on the wrong people. My family always said I was mean, were they correct? the bus took a right and I was already home. I got off the bus, collecting my belongings and walking off slowly. feeling everyone's eyes on me, I turned red, scurrying off the bus and down my driveway, unlocking the front door and welcoming myself in to the home. In the house, there was the dog, barking per usual, the smell of cookies and being welcomed by my father,  sitting on the couch, he started, " welcome home dear! " - " your mother's making cookies in the kitchen. go help yourself they should be done by now, but I am going to warn you they must be very hot " I walk into the kitchen my mother waves to me holding a Baker's glove. she pauses her baking and turns around flashing a warm smile at me, she tells me cookies are done and places them on the table, steam Fanning off of them and  the smell of fresh cookies rising up into my nostrils. She asked me how school was but I didn't answer instead I shook my head no not wanting to answer how it was. she got mad, yet she always gets mad so I didn't mind it. I never wanted to share how my school went I found it very embarrassing how all I did was just stare at the ceiling all day. I snatched up about two cookies and ran upstairs. I gently close the door, pulling my flip phone from underneath my pillow, if my parents find it I'm dead. They hate technology. They think it's wrecked the world. I dial up a friend, wanting to not be so cooped up and actually have some fun, maybe gossip a bit. My parents hated when I brought this one friend over. But she's so fun, I can't help it. I need a laugh for once. It rings, then the line picks up. " hello? " I answer and explain this situation, I just need a laugh. She responds with an, I'll be there, and then the line ends. I giggle, excited. maybe life can be fun. The door rings and I run down to answer it, but oh my.. it appears she's brought someone else..