Talk:Kick/@comment-5463410-20130305234934/@comment-5463410-20130306003815

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.