I stood staring at myself in the mirror. Everyone tells me how pretty I look, over and over again! Still, I hate it. I didn't ask for this. Tonight is a big night, but I have to deal with it. My very first "date" (as everyone says) seems to be a big deal.
Trust me, I hate this. I didn't ask for it.
How we met?
This boy was bullying me. Nedson, was the boy's name. He loved to tease me.
"Haha! Look at Leveana!," I would hear them laugh at me.
Somehow, this was Nedson's way of asking me out. If I said no, the whole school would be laughing. Maybe all of Earth would laugh at me for turning down the most (annoying) gorgeous boy ever.
Later:
It all happened so fast. He was staring at me, aiming for the lips. I almost fell for it.
The News:
Last night, a boy was shot.
R.I.P. Nedson Chalker
The restaurant, Calibino's, was sued for no security.
Jack Blenie was framed for murder.
Nedson Chalker was on a date and was shot at Calibino's last night at 11:56. Rest in peace...
My Side:
Great! My date was shot! I was crying... With tears of joy. This is just great, really. Now nobody knows what I did...
