Samanther, let me tell you about good old Sammy. First of all she’s totally gorgeous, a blonde haired popular chick with no goals or aspirations, cuz she doesn’t have to have any! She get’s everything handed to her on a silver platter. Oh yeah if i forgot to mention, she’s mad rich so you can add spoilt brat to the list. Finally she’s of course the most popular girl in school. Some may argue popularity doesnt matter, but to a cheerleader in 10th grade of course it matters! And the worst part is, shes in all my classes, and in said classes i have no friends. I swear the teachers have a vendetta against me. Anyway enough rambling about Sam, ughhhh i hate her so much! Like the other day…..wait oh oops, hahaha. I know it seems like i get, uh carried away, but she’s the only thing i can think about.

Finally after what seemed like years on a tight cramped bus ride i have arrived at prison, aka school. And lucky me my faviourteeeeee class if up first…….english, yay. The only thing good about English is the air con, thats it. I usally sit in the corner, i mean no way am i sitting in the front row, i do not have a death wish. And every other row is too close to that skank. Look at her laughing, smiling, batting her hair. Blegh it makes me sick, her friends do know she’s fake right? Not my problem i guess. I finally begin to zone out, took longer than usual. I begin to day dream, I dream of a place with no Samanther and her perfectness, no drunk parents, just me, my friends in paradise. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and i shoot awake. Suddenly my eyes are greeted by HER, why is she in my personal space EW. “Hey its the end of class, everyone’s left.” Ugh why is she being so nice, i can smell a fake from a mile away.

“Yeah i got that.” I snap back.

“Alright see you in math!” She then joyfully walks out of class. Ugh how embarrassing, what do you mean i fell asleep and SHE NOTICED. She probably doesnt undertsand how i can even fall asleep in class cuz she probably gets 12 hours of pampered beauty sleep. Walking into Miss Greenfelds class, I remember the pain of having a seating plan. And SHE is sitting two spaces to the left, which is two spaces too close. I can barely even listen to the teacher babble on about how the worlworld’simulation of something because. I’m too busy trying to decipher what she would be judging me for. My hair? No its better than hers, my bag? No it better than hers. Hmmmmm, i then snap back to life, and realize that the teacher had been calling on me. “Sophie!”

“Oh yes me Greenfeld.”

“The answer to B?”

“Uhhhh.” I hastily look on the board then look back down at my book trying to find the question. Oh this is taking to long! Just plus numbers on the board together! “Uhhh 15?” She gives me a sour expression.

“It’s x=B2.” Crap I wasent even in the ballpark. Wait this was her plan, Sam would sit there acting all normal knowing i would be focusing on her, she purposefully distracted me! I can’t belive she would stoop this low. You know what I’m sick of this I’m confronting her.

“Wait why are you confronting her?” Dolly says. Maybe I shouldn’t of told my friends.

“I just told you.” Liper then buts in.

“Your confronting her for not looking at you? Sorry i dont follow.”

“No! She purposely distracted me! You wouldn’t know unless you were there.” My friends both look at each other, my stomach sinks.

“Look we are both kinda sick of you rambling about Sam, shes not even a bad person, nor does she hate you or anyone for that matter.” No! She’s sucked them in too.

“No thats just her being a little faker! You have to believe me guys.”

“Look we have to go to class, bye” they both stand up and walk away, exchanging whispers with each other. They dont get it, its not just what happened in math, I’m confronting her for every time she’s embarrassed me, angered me, and it just has to end, even if i loose my friends to do it.