I thought she was the one with the problem, little miss perfect, little miss beautiful.
I felt like the outsider in her world. Miss Popularity, Miss Perfect Princess.
You know the type guys holding doors open, girls acting all envious?
If we had a club for Jealousy I would be its leader.
I couldn't stand Jessica, this girl I did not even know.
And I thought she was the one with the problem. I thought she was the one.
The truth was Jessica was a pretty girl, and popular too, but not everything horrible i made her out to be.
I found that out one day, after English Class.
I decided to be a spiteful witch, and put my foot out, so she would go falling over me.
Little Miss Perfect Princess didn't look so perfect then, but I learned something that day.
I learned I was the one with the problem, not Jessica.
I had Jessica in tears, with good reason. I did not know the reason until I looked down and saw something i did not expect.
I had resorted to tripping someone who was disabled.
A double Amputee. How did I not know that? No one seemed to, it was like a secret she hid from everyone, she hid them under bell bottom pants, and the latest stylish high tops.
To Be Continued...