Crushed

Who likes watching your crush like someone else? No one! So why should I be the exception? I glare at a brunette being over-flirty to my crush. OK, it was sixth grade for god's sake, I'm not going to be a drama queen...not today at least. I compare my scruffy old black shoes to her brand new converse shoes. My frizzy hair, to her sleek and shiny black or brown hair that always looks like some one's hair out of a shampoo commercial even when they wake up. I'm not usually this picky about how I look, I honestly don't care. But right now I genuinely felt like a skinny bag of trash.

I gulped down what felt like tears and glared so hard at the girl I thought my eyes would burst. She probably had the feeling someone was staring at her really madly because she turned towards me. I was hoping she'd look scared or something but all she did was look annoyed and irritated. I blushed when I noticed my crush was looking at me as well. I turned around and went into the class room. A gang of girls gossiped secretively as I brushed past them, their blond hair suffocating me with vanilla.

I burst into the classroom, phew it was empty. I took her usual chair and as you can guess, I stuck some very gross and pointy things on them. I tucked the chair under her desk just as the students and the teacher came inside as the bell rang. I smiled at the over-flirty brunette and excused myself to go to the bathroom real quick. After that, I heard a painful scream.

She ended up having a really smelly skirt and needles stuck in you-know-where. She wasn't bleeding for some weird reason. But I heard she got some really bad pinches from them so she was sent home because she had a heart attack.

That's what you get when I get overly-jealous.