My life was good, i was as pretty as pretty could be but my prettiness then started to haunt me. I was short and dark with curly black hair and dark brown eyes. Every one liked me of course, at first, but then it turned out to then be not so good. It got bad when all my best friend's crush started liking me. Instead of them liking my best friend she grew to hate me, every one did. Why was it this way? Why me? No one knew how felt no one seemed to care. It is not my fault they liked me. I never asked them to. Yes i was pretty, yes everyone likes me, but everyone blames me for it. I was considered a player.
It all started, my life of regrets, when i started high school. It was my first day, i was kind of scared since i only knew one person, my best friend Kylie. As i walked up the stairs, a boy, at least 9 feet tall with pink lips and curly brown hair and grey eyes walked up to me and asked my name. I couldn't speak i was dazzled by the glow in his eyes and the beautiful and cute smile across his face. "Hello?", he said as he snapped his fingers in my face. " Hi", i said blushing. "What is your name?" he asked, still smiling. "Andrea" i replied, still lost in his eyes. He was like anything i could dream of. He was heavenly. " Are you new?",he asked. "Yes!", i replied. "Well let me show you to your classroom". All i could do was blush. As we walked up to the class, i stared at him, yet i didn't know his name or anything. But i feel like i know him. Is he my true love or am i just dreaming for no reason. I could feel the connection, between us.
