Cry for Heaven Not for Me

I

I'm 16years old and my name is Jason. I have dark brown hair, blue eyes, and acne. My eyes are big. My nostrils are two different sizes Yes I have imperfections.
See, but that doesn't bother me. An old friend once told me,"to get over it or get plastic surgery, which costs a lot. So you should probably just get over it." So I did.
My friends name is Gail. she has red hair, hazel eyes and freckles. She has perfect skin, and wears sweaters.
The answer is no. Im not going to point out her imperfections, mostly because I cant. She really doesn't have any, and if she does, they're hard to spot, so we all just over look them.
Overlooking things is something that Gail didn't do, she always picked up all of the small imperfections of people around her.
So your probably confused. I'll go from the beginning:
I was about 7 years old, and I was walking to the bus stop, when I saw a girl with fiery red hair and freckles standing there waiting for the bus.
We introduced our selves:
"Hi I'm Jason"
She held up her index finger, telling me to wait a minute, then answered, "you have big eyes, and your nostrils are different sizes. I'm Gail." she heals out her hand and I shook it.
"Oh.." before I could go in she interrupted, "if your Insecure about it don't be. Get over it or get plastic surgery, which costs a lot so you should probably just get over it."
We got on the bus together. I found her intriguing, a seven year old.
A seven and a half year old (she later informed me) could talk and observe like that.
We made up codes: the beginning of every line capitalized so that it spells something. it could be something like:
It can fly
More than a cow
Cats can hunt
Onwards
On a horse
Losers don't make it
••
And we'd know that we were saying (in the above passage) IM COOL
Gail came up with the idea.
So that is how I met Gail Claire-Grace Carter. and that is how Gail met Jason Patrick Henderson. we hung out until we got into about 8th grade.
Dispite all of my other friends, she was my best friend.
She had always classified me as her Best-friend-who-was-a-boy. so she was my Best-Friend-who-was-a-girl.
I don't know how we split apart, but it sort of just happened.
Three of my best-friends-who-are-boys
Are Ben Sheffield, Ethan Peterson, and Chandler Sing. Those guys are awesome. Ben is tall and sporty. he's just Ben. Ethan is funny and nerdy, we call him Comp, short for computer because he is a computer geek, and is as informational as the internet. Chandler is rounder. And Husky. he's nice, and is cool to hand out with. He, is Chanandla biing, because we all love the TV show F•R•I•E•N•D•S.
Those are all of the friends I have. literally. 4 friends.
ACTUALLY 3!
Because I don't ever really hang out with Gail.
And that's my boring life.
But Gails life. Wow, it must be great. She's nice to everyone. (of course after you get over the pointing out your flaws part. she does that to everyone she meets) And she has a ton of friends.
She's smart and eccentric classy and sassy.
And a quote from Gail (she made a lot of quotes) ," don't be sassy, be classy, but it's better to be sassy and classy than to have no sass nor class"