I know I'm not stupid, I just seem to barely pass. It's not that I don't try, it's because I'm not Her, the one in my class. She is funny, hilarious in fact. I just sit in the corner, not knowing how to act. Her hair flows, skinny jeans show her curves, makeup stuns the boys. I have a ponytail, Philadelphia Eagles sweater, with the acne that annoys. "Why oh why don't you participate in class?" I know what to say, I just have nothing to ask. She will be going to a University, one of the best. I will be searching, struggling like the rest. Not because she is smart, smarter than me. Its because he, my teacher, chose Her over me.