“He said, do you want to be my partner? And it was so amazing. I mean, it’s so obvious he likes me!”
They all stared at her with her perfect things and wished for once, something wouldn’t be perfect for her.

“Andrea, that’s great! Will he ask you out?”
They all felt bad for her friends, her best friend mostly, who had to listen to her drone on 24/7 about her wonderful, perfect life.

“Well, obviously Bella. Who else is he going to ask out? You?”
And she cackled her perfect laugh while they all sat, admiring and hating.

“Who’s going to ask out who? What are you guys talking about?”
And there he was, the other perfect, the only one she admired, her crush.

“Oh, heyyy David! How are you? So, completely random, but, who do you like?

“Well, I don’t really want to say, the person is kind of nearby.”

“Come on, tell!”

“Fine, fine; I like…Bella.”

A collective gasp; Andrea’s face fell. Her life was not so perfect. And as Bella looked up, it was omniscient, a new reign had begun.