Everyone was laughing. Her shiny blonde hair and glistening green eyes were glowing in the harsh sunlight. She’s beautiful and everyone loves her. I continued to listen to her long, detailed story (that I had stopped paying attention to), when she finishes a sentence that makes everyone laugh. Why was I feeling jealous? I know she’s got a great personality and is pretty and kind and funny…. but something always felt off about her.

As I was laying in bed that night, I couldn’t help but think about how I didn’t like the person that everyone liked. It’s not like she was some sort of rebel in class or anything, but she also wasn’t a people pleaser. She was kind, and polite to everyone, but wasn’t teased about being smart like I was. “How come she’s not teased about the same thing I am, even though she does the same thing?” I kept wondering. Was I not pretty or popular enough, or did everyone just know something I didn’t?

About a week later, I was walking around the hallways, trying to get to my 4th lesson, when I noticed I couldn’t get through. A large group of people in my grade were all huddled around something. I shoved my way through the crowd, and saw what everyone was huddled around. It was her. Her again.

I push my way through even more, when I notice I’m in the centre. I turn around. I’m surrounded. The room is spinning. I’m breathing heavier. Everyone is chanting something. I can’t understand it. Suddenly I see her. She’s grinning. An evil grin. “What’s wrong?? Are you… intimidated?” she says, slyly. Everything goes blurry. I can’t breathe properly. “She’s not who she says she is…” I think before slowly passing out.