It was math again, period 1. I was in a bit of a PMSy mood to begin with it all, but then I kept hearing the same thing.

Uh, look at my hair. It’s so ugly. And my nose, never should it be created. And this outfit of mine, ew. What was I thinking this morning?

That was Bianca. But there was more.

Man, I wish I sat that close to Dale. She doesn’t deserve that. He’s so perfected. Like me. I was perfected by God. Eee, Dale just looked at me.

And look at this roll of fat I have. Ew, who would want to poke that. No one.

And he’s gorgeous.

The grip on my pencil tightened, leaving marks from it imprinted into my hand.

What? A zit? I knew it.

Stupid annoying Bree.

I snapped.

I flew up from my chair and yelled, “You Bianca. You are the most annoying person in the world. You seem to find a problem with yourself every day. And I-don’t-CARE!”

Uh-oh. Bree calm down. I heard from Kaleigh. I turned to her, “No I won’t.”

Everyone seemed so confused, no one was talking before.