"I'm not perfect, Samantha. You're just as wealthy as I am and I basically give you all my stuff because we're best friends!" I complained to Sam. We've been having this talk for a few days now, and I don't understand why.
"I like that you're so humble, but we're not the same. I'm nothing." It seemed a little over dramatic to me, but it's Sam. I've learned to just not complain with my best friend.
"Jess, let's get some homework done."
"Good idea."
I'm not exactly the type of person who likes all this attention.
"Just one more thing, Jess. You're popular, live in a mansion, you're dating the quarterback of our football team and you're absolutely brilliant."
"Thanks but you are too. Please, let's move on from this conversation. We're almost in college." I complained once more.
"We're freshman." She sarcastically replied.
She's always been sarcastic. She says its good
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Perfect Girl
एड्वेंचरJess (the girl) is struggling to persuade her best friend, Sam that she's not perfect.
