There was a girl. She sat at the front of the class. Smart, beautiful, fit, perfect.
Always laughing. Always smiling. Friends, many of them. Never alone.
There was a girl.
She had lots of friends I remember seeing her for the first time.
Long silky hair. Fell just above her waist. Perfect teeth, white and straight. Her eyes were a shocking blue. Beautiful. She was smart, all the Teachers liked her. Never stressed about grades. Smart. She had many friends. She was friends with everryone. You wanted to hate her. You were jealous. But you couldn't. She was to kind, to loving. Too perfect.
She laughed at everyone's jokes. She talked to people who sat alone. Included everyone.
I watched her.
She's so lucky.
She was funny. But she didn't have to insult anyone to be funny.
She was so smart. Answering all the questions the teachers threw at her correctly. She helped people who struggled. Nobody could fail with her there to help them.
It wasn't fair. It was like she was special she got everything. I wanted her to leave but wanted her to stay.
Everyone else probably felt the same.
You can't compete with someone like that. But you didn't have to, she didn't want to compete with anyone. So she didn't.
She was perfect.
