A book written by a middle schooler: my embarrassment that I can't part from

Ima looking for a fling.

We left Dan Howells apartment, after I threw a tantrum, (But seriously, who WOULDNT want to leave... I guess any normal person...) and went out shopping.

We were all drinking our Frappicinos, when Laura's eyes widened, "OMG! Is that Brooklyn Beckham!" Our heads all turned at once. Behind me was the piece of man candy named Brooklyn. He was wearing a fashion forward coat with his dirty blonde hair styled, looking like a god. I literally, could not stop staring. I put my finger to my nose, "DIBS!" I yelled. I heard a chorus of damns, shits and gosh darn its. "Watch and learn ladies!" I said.

I strutted to the table he was sitting at. He looked up, "Um...can I help you?" He said with sass. I stuck out my hand, "Hi, I'm Claire, nice to meet you! May I say, you look really amazing, are those Ray Bands?" I smiled and batted my eyelashes. "Try Luxuriator Style 23 Canary Diamond Sunglasses." I cleared my throat, "Well... Isn't London beautiful?" I spun in a circle. "I would rather be in L.A." he said and pulled out his phone. I was going to have to get straight to the point,

"Well, you are... nice looking and I'm nice looking,  and maybe we could hook u..." A girl pushed in front of me, "Excuse you, but he is my boyfriend." I had to admit, this girl was pretty adorable. She had long almost black hair and green grey eyes, but a American accent, with a British twang. Brooklyn turned to the girl, "Abby, it's alright, she's just a fan of mine. Why don't you fetch us a mocha latte like a good girl! K." Abby turned on her heel and stomped away.

Brooklyn turned to me, "How thirsty can you be? I'm famous you peasant! I know, I'm irresistible, but you are too low for my standards. Why don't you go to the nearest garbage, because YOU, are trash." He looked down at his phone, but, Abby came and slapped him in the face. I could already feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"You! I can't believe you! You are a...a... PEASANT! I can't believe you Brooklyn! We are over! And, you have a stupid name. Cmon you!" She pointed to me. "Oh! Okay we are storming away." I said through my silent tears. I saw Abby screaming at Brooklyn and someone trying to calm her down, but I walked over to the curb and sat on it.

A boy, about my age, with chocolate skin, and warm brown eyes came and sat next to me. "Hey, are you all right?" He asked, genuinely concerned. "Wow, he's an even bigger jerk, then my ex boyfriend, and that's saying something, well my ex boyfriend was worse actually." I said dazed. the boy laughed. "You're funny!" He said. "Yeah, well, I'm fucking hilarious, because I thought Brooklyn might actually like me!" I cried a little, but I'm sure it sounded like a dying seal.

"Hey! Don't worry! I'm sure Abby Smyth over there is working her magic to ruin his life over there." He pointed to the girl. "Wait. Smyth with a y?" I asked. "Well, yeah! How did you know!" Memories flashed through my head, "Wow, I'm pretty sure... I KNOW her! " I said.

"Hey, it's a small world, you know!" He said and chuckled nervously, and hummed the tune to It's a Small World. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" I said.

"It's Kwai. Kwai Marsh Brown."