*I've gotten the first six chapters done, still working on it and Remember me. Please don't copy and please read and review*
Chapter 1
    Friends and my dream guy
    One thing tu need to know about me, is I am not normal. I tend to do things differently, right now, I am sitting on my bed, rifling through my awesome ipod in my favorito! colores green, orange, and yellow.
    If tu have an ick face on, I’ll mostrar tu my favorito! finger. I happen to like these colors, there eye popping, different. A color that most people breeze past to obsess over red and blue, I can relate to that in ways of human standards.
    I sigh a long deep sigh, as I look at my contacts on my phone, thinking which on of my friends should I bother.
    Anabeth Illuke, also known as Beth.
    Unlike me, Beth is gorgeous, she has the perfect dark blonde hair and a pair of dark green eyes. To me (and our other friends) we thought she was perfect. But she says perfect is a myth. Beth is a super overachiever, when she got a her first B (ever!) she freaked out. Yeah, if your wondering, Beth is a super nerd. But she’s not just brains and beauty (or in my words a knot it all o a hot jerk, which is what my school consists most of), she was pretty cool too. She was the kind of girl everyone had a hard time hating, and that made us amor her more.
    Alison Meclain, also known as Ali.
    Ali is kind of like Beth and me combined. She’s más outgoing and wild, but like Beth she’s pretty smart. My gals and I know school’s important, and we keep our grades up high. Now Ali has black hair, and smooth pale skin. What makes her stand out is her dark blue ocean eyes, it’s rare when a raven haired girl has blue eyes.
    Then there’s Sage Chauncey, a very odd girl.
    With her fiery red hair and very light green eyes, she’s the most exotic one out of all of us. With her knockout body, you’d think she’d be one of the popular kids, but she’s not. She loves to do things different, she’s never ceased to amaze yet disturb us with the way she does things.
    So those are my gals. Together we are the non-cool yet awesome group at our school, we have a ton of friends, because were likeable. But nowadays most people are being stuck-up, actuación like royalty.
    I skim through all my contacts before sighing, curse this cruel world!
    *Sigh* Introductions can be pretty boring, well, my friends are.
    *Insert evil laugh here (last for five seconds)*
    I jump to my beloved computer, which I’ve gladly named speedy, because it barely ever buffers o messes up. I go straight to face book and twitter, now I don’t have either, mom and dad have made sure about that. But I like to go on there for the latest juicy gossip and happenings of my fellow peers. I manage to eavesdrop on some private conversations, all though the guys on there aren’t that good at keeping it away from the public.
    For instance a few months ago, there was some crazy fight about a couple who were dealing with some major problems, they fought through the computers and then the whole school knew how the girlfriend cheated on the guy and what-not. The poor girl fled from the school, never to be seen again, rumor has it she dyed her hair and now wears glasses and a new face thanks to surgery.    
    And tu thought your school was messed up, huh?
    Anyways automatically my fingers type in the name of my crush Caldon (Cal) Derentiz. One of the most hottest guys my eyes have ever beheld. I’ve had in some of my classes in freshman year, and he was so kind.
    I was also able to be graced with his appearance at his football and soccer games and practices. How does he keep good grades and manage to go to every practice and game I’ll never know.
    Lots of people amor him, he’s like the poster child for those jocks in those cliché novels that girls amor to read. Perfect blonde hair and those gorgeous ocean blue eyes, with that charming smile that girls swoon at on the spot. There’s no denying it, that boy is flawless. I can’t help but like him, it’s hard for me not to. Though Beth seems to disagree, she just thinks that a guy that perfect has to be hiding something. ‘Mysterious and handsome is never a good combination’, she once told me, ‘in this case, that is’.
    But I stubbornly ignored her comentario and stalk him on his personal websites. I’d stalk him around school but I don’t want to seem that desperate.
    It’s mostly dull boring stuff, nothing of importance, so I go to his pictures to gawk at him. Which takes a whole good fifteen minutos until I decide that I’m good.
    I hear my mom call me for dinner, well I guess that’s my cue. As I’m walking out I see a picture of my gals and I, smiling goofily at the camera, I grin.
    Aren't we just a lovely bunch?