I thought she was the one with the problem, little miss perfect, little miss beautiful.

I felt like the outsider in her world.  Miss Popularity, Miss Perfect Princess.

You know the type guys holding doors open, girls acting all envious?

If we had a club for Jealousy I would be its leader.

I couldn't stand Jessica, this girl I did not even know.

And I thought she was the one with the problem.  I thought she was the one.

The truth was Jessica was a pretty girl, and popular too, but not everything horrible i made her out to be.

I found that out one day, after English Class.

I decided to be a spiteful witch, and put my foot out, so she would go falling over me.

Little Miss Perfect Princess didn't look so perfect then, but I learned something that day.

I learned I was the one with the problem, not Jessica.

I had Jessica in tears, with good reason.  I did not know the reason until I looked down and saw something i did not expect.

I had resorted to tripping someone who was disabled.

A double Amputee.  How did I not know that?  No one seemed to, it was like a secret she hid from everyone, she hid them under bell bottom pants, and the latest stylish high tops.

To Be Continued...