Talk:Kick/@comment-6347931-20130308005804/@comment-5463410-20130308013028

If you've seen a little sniper of mine, that may give you an idea. I'm not using it as my own.

One look at me and you think I'm a normal girl, with blonde hair, hazel eyes,  and the body that most people die for. But my life has always been filled with hatred. I'm never picked for anything. I've been called names, like "Goody-Goody" and "Smarty-Crawford". Then one day, it all changed. Jack Brewer came. He was the new kid, a single heartthrob. When I was caught talking to him on accident, my cool status went from a -100,000 to at least a 2,000. (In my world, that's a lot.) I became part of the pep squad and kept my title even when I became friends with people kinda low on the social ladder. Once I got to know Jack, I started to like him. A LOT. Thing is...I didn't think he liked me. Boy, was I wrong.

It was on January 19th, 2012. I was just leaving from my locker going to 6th period lunch. I was juggling an apple, keeping an eye on it. Then I dropped it. I was expecting it to roll on the floor and get brusied everywhere possible. Instead, a Vans-wearing foot caught it and brought it up to their hand. I looked at the face of "The Apple-Saver". I've never seen him before. "Okay, that was almost cool." I said. "Hey, I'm Jack. I'm new." That explains some stuff. "Yeah, I can tell. You've still got that new guy smell. I'm Kim." I glanced at him for a while. He was pretty cute, and he was staring at me too. Focus, Kim. "Um...can I have my apple back?" I brought Jack back to reality. "Uh, yeah...so, maybe I'll see you 'round Kim?" I took my apple back. "Yeah, maybe you will." I walked to my table in the corner of the cafeteria.