Because I'm me and I hate sweaters I'm changing it all to hoodies because at this point I don't even know how to write sweaters.

The school will...attempt to be described similar to mine because that's what I have experience with. Anyone who has never been there before...I'll try to explain it. People who have been there before, good for you, you understand where the characters are in the school.

This will be my first attempt in a long while to write first person present instead of first person past. So...let's try this.

Also the characters are named Finn, Heather, and Alpine.

     "You look a lot better in that than I do.." Alpine said, studying me. "Are you sure?" I asked. She smiled, and butterflies swarmed in my stomach, while I felt a warmth in my chest. "Definitely."
      The albino girl gave me the "okay" sign with a small chuckle. "Well, thanks. It's warm." I said, smiling back. "No prob-..lem." Halfway through the word someone had walked by; Heather. Alpine's eyes trailed after her, glazing over with a bit of a dreamy look. It hurt.

     That was a month and a half ago. December 3rd. Since then, the two of them have grown closer. And Alpine treats me like a second thought now. My heart still flutters when she talks to me, but she talks to me much less than before. We used to be so close...
     Walking out of the library's side door, I catch sight of the two of them on their way to the buses. They're holding hands. Talking. Alpine has an arm around Heather's shoulders. I imagine the feeling of warmth from another person holding me, but it only makes me feel colder. My breath clouds in front of my face.
     Believe me when I say it's hard to hate Heather. Everyone in school loves her. Expects things from her. She's kind, and beautiful. But even though it's hard, I still hate her. Honestly, I wish she were dead.
     I pass the two of them, our paths crossing. They head to the buses, and I head to the trail where I can walk home. Alpine didn't even spare me a glance. Her red eyes were two busy focused on Heather. It makes sense though. Why have me when you can have her?

    As soon as I get into my room, I throw my bag down and lean against the door. "I wish I were Heather." I breathed, glancing over to Alpine's hoodie, which hung on the back of my chair. The fabric still smells faintly of Alpine's pine-and-vanilla-scented perfume. Slowly, I straighten up, looking at myself in my mirror. At my short, perpetually messy hair. At my dark eyes, which glint in the half-light, full of sadness. At my skin, a shade somewhere between tan, pale, and olive.
    Letting out a sigh, I hang my head. I've been crushing on Alpine for years. I thought I had a chance with her before. But now I had none.

     Guess I was wrong.

Yes, it's short.

The song doesn't give me as much to work with as the other songs I'm using in this.
This one has little backstory or anything, which does give me a lot of room for my own backstory's and all that, but this was not for backstory this was to be based off a song.