Naichairy
She’s the smartest, weirdest, hottest girl in writing class who can’t stop teasing a cute guy. She’s the kind of person who makes you want to fail just to win.
She made me write a poem about her and called it 'a waste of my time.'
She texted me during lunch: 'If you don’t stop thinking about me, I’ll write a poem about you and it’ll be embarrassing.'
She drew a little boy in my essay and called it 'a distraction from the real story.'