my name is a name .I don't think it really matters what my name is it's not like you should care but for a hint it's a bit common for a name .
I hated this girl so much I think my head was going to explode in fine different ways not in the cute way in the crazy way like a army shutting a bomb . she was popular everyone knew her name from miles away without having to think about it not one time. when I first talked to her it was like she wanted to grab something and stab me so she wouldn't have to hear me voice ever again. she could go up to someone and tell them something and it would go around the hallway like the flu or the stomach flu . she was what every girl wanted to be and so much more their is more to a person than what people think.
