Forty-one wishes. Forty-one people. Forty-one perspectives. One single class. Some are good. Some are bad. Some are real. Some are fake. It all depends on how you think.

emotions inside me that I can't explain.

You all thought I wouldn't write this book, didn't you? New readers, welcome to my world. (of crappy people in my class.) This is the book no one dared to write about people in their class, and well, a lot of people in mine got into my bad side. I originally wanted to make it a fictional story, but I was lazy and thought, "Screw it. I'll just write an easier non-fictional version." Therefore, these people really do exist. They're real, and unfortunately, I have to deal with them on a daily basis. My "dear" classmates, you already exist in my world. If you happened to stumble across this story, or because I told you about it, here's the truth about our classmates. Or you. It could be about you. Ready? Cool. Let's go. Warning: This will be very sarcastic and I will be blunt. Or as some people say, mean. If you are offended, get the hell out of my book, and flap you. I don't really care about your opinion. If you like it, then that's cool. I'm sorry if you have no idea what's happening and if the whole thing doesn't make sense.