Chris, watched longingly as Hope strided past, chatting with her best friend Vivi. Hope was literally Chris’ version of an angel. She looked like she had been crafted by Gods, with a smooth, perfectly round face. She was in great physical condition, and she loved softball.

Chris thought they were the perfect match for him. Of course he was a thirteen year old boy was unsure about everything. He thought he looked pudgy, but he was in good shape. He also thought he wasn’t handsome or even remotely good looking. He was actually liked by every girl, but he was unaware of the fact.

It was now or never, with the dance coming up. He had to act fast, before Hope was taken. He saw her, but he also saw Jude walking over. He was fat, ugly, and dumb, but your not allowed to say no to Jude, because he’s filthy rich. He would sue you if you didn’t go with him. He ran over and got there before Jude did, thankfully Jude wasn’t fast so he was there way before he did.

“Um, do you I guess, well, I mean if you would want to…” he stuttered. “Yes, I would love to go to the dance with you”. Hope said smiling, and walked off.

He was stunned, but he finally realized what had happened, and he was happier than ever.