The girls who have it all.

Today, as me and my friend Anna were walking through town, we saw a girl in our year, who, although it kills us to admit, is pretty much perfection in human form (in the way she looks at least). We smiled and waved, and then looked at each other with disheartened, desperate faces:

WHY DOES SHE LOOK SO GOOD ALL THE TIME.

And it's not even like she isn't clever. Or doesn't have a boyfriend.

Because she is and does.

ohhh, my.

But not to fear, our time will come.

Once we have murdered her and destroyed all evidence.

Hmmm.

She's actually a nice girl, btw. But still.