"Fred!", said a voice behind me.
It was Kyla, my only friend in the whole school.
She looks like an average girl, with average clothing, and average behavior.
One thing you could definitely point out though, especially if you're in my position, that she's really smart.
She once got a perfect score on a test that was made by scientists to see the IQ percentage of the population of New York.
That may be uninteresting to others but to have a bestfriend like her has its times.
Like that one time I forgot to do my homework because I spent all day thinking about Rose.
She fixed that problem in a matter of seconds.
Or that one time when I procrastinated the whole week that was supposed to be ample time for a review for a test due the end of the week.
I just gave her an hour and she told me everything I had needed to know.
Just like that.
That is why no matter how serious-looking her face is with those big, brown eyes, she'll always be my best friend.
"Did you get me the package?" asked Kyla.
"Package? What package?" I said, as I search my mind for any clues as to what she was talking about.
Then snap.
"Oh yeah, here it is." I said, as I take out the little vial that was soundly nestling on the bottom of my backpack.
"What is this anyway?" I said curiously.
"Oh. It's a chemical mixture that's engineered to increase the levels of dopamine in the brain without damaging it." replied Kyla.
"Oh come on K. Another love potion? Aren't you tired of trying so hard to get noticed by Tenny Shaw?" I said, persuading her to stop her futile, yet hilarious attempts at love.
"You just don't get it, do you?" she said, "I just.. just.. need.. uhh.. him."
I let out a muffled laugh after hearing her say that. Then, I just walked away wishing her luck and praying to high heavens that she doesn't end up poisoning Ten with her ridiculous concoctions.
The bell rings.
School passes the day by.
Leaving a ton of homework.
What a bad way to start the school year.
Still, the game's not yet over because of her. I don't understand why I feel like this whenever she's within my vicinity.
It's like a sense of deep romance, weakness and vulnerability.
Along with a pinch of sadness due to the sudden realization of the unchangeable truth that is, someone like me, a shy, feeble-minded computer programmer with the posture of a giraffe who lives in a grassland, could never, EVER, be with someone like her, a goddess of beauty, the exempli'e of amore itself, and the summary of all good things in this universe. I guess that's just life, playing it's hand.
