She was beautiful alright. She stole all of the boys hearts,and it hurt. I didn’t hurt just me but everyone I knew. Weather I hated them or were best friends with them, us all girls agreed that the beautiful girl was the winner. No one knew her name but we known her as “Beautiful Girl”. She’d stroll down the hallways not saying a word but leaving every single boy breathless. She wasn’t mean and she wasn’t nice. She wasn’t anything but beautiful and mysterious. We all wish we could know her maybe even be friends with her. And maybe her luck would rub off on us. Just maybe, it would. Now, as I stand here and watch the beautiful girl walk down the hallway, I saw one thing I never realized before. She had sadness in her eyes, like she wanted a friend. So instead of a boy going up to her, it was me. I asked if she wanted to be friends, and she said yes. The first time I heard her speak it was to me, just plain old kinda pretty me.