Today as me and my friend was flipping through our year books, we both noticed that we wasn't in the the yearbooks this year. Wasn't a shock at all because we are not the popular kids in our school. I don't have the Gucci bags, belts and shoes or any big labeled clothes like the other so called popular kids wear, believing that they are above everyone else. Who the hell are they? God? No!! I try not to even let that stuff get to my head. But it some how does. Some times I think about me wearing all those expensive clothes, shoes and accessories. I some times daze off dreaming that I'm the coolest person in the whole damn school and no one is better than me. I am the ****. And on that same day that I was flipping through my year book, I decided right then and there, that the new school year coming up, I will gain the title of "Best Dressed". You may wonder who is the best dressed in my grade level right now, his name is Joon Moon. OK, yeah his name is weird, but he is Korean and on top of being super smart and top ten of our class, hes rich. He and his parents fly out to Korea every summer and pick out clothes for him for the whole school year. He has never worn the same clothes or shoes or accessories or anything twice. The bad thing is he is rude and arrogant and doesnt know anything about earning money to buy your own clothes, or taking a bus to get home or having to work, cook or clean.... but I do and he laughs at me, believing he is 100% better than anyone, especially me! God.... I want him dead. Just electrocute him or something...... he is like a roach or tick... getting on my damn nerves! So this will be my competencion this year for the title of "Best Dressed". To accomplish this, Im going to sew my own clothes and wear them to make the popular kids die for my clothes. I know this is going to be hard, but I have to accomplish this. I have to be known.