Money Vs. Happiness

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He's a jock, I suck at sports.

He's popular, I'm a loser. 

He's gorgeous, I'm ugly.

 He's rich, I'm poor.

I hated his guts, he hated mine.

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I'm about to get on the bus when he pushes me out of the way. "Hey!" I snap. He and his friends whisper something to each other and start laughing. I'm used to it by now. I get up, dust myself off and board the bus.

He sits behind me with his possi. I sit alone. I absolutely hate him. He's a player, a jerk, a spoiled brat, and the most selfish person you'll ever meet. His parents are billionaires. My parents are poor.

My name is Jessica Durkson. Excuse my last name, please. His name is Drake Kyle. We've had  the same classes, the same homeroom teachers since first grade. He lives across the street from me and his locker has always been next to mine.

When I first met him, I'll admit, I did have a crush on him--but who didn't? Then things went bad in 1st grade. He stole the crayon right out of my hand. I'll never forget that day. I clear my mind as I open my wooden door.

Tugging my backpack upstairs, I hear something rumble in my bedroom. My parents are never home. They're always at work. Which makes me wonder, and a little creeped out, at what might be in my room.

Before I step inside, I place my ear against the door. "Oh dear," I hear a lady mumble. I freeze. Someone's in there. She didn't sound like a murderer. She sounded like my grandma, who's long time dead. Taking my chances, I open the door.

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⏰ Letzte Aktualisierung: Jan 08, 2012 ⏰

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