Hey, I'm Emily. Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 16, almost 17. My hair is chestnut brown and slightly wavy. It doesn't really get frizzy thank goodness. My hair goes down to my waist. I have two friends. One is Bethany. She has gorgeous dirty blonde hair. She wears glasses. They are cute glasses. She also has braces. But it works for her. My other friend is Becky. She has long brown hair, not as long as mine though. She has glasses and also looks cute in them. I have an enemy. His name is Billy. He has a girlfriend. Her name is Cathy. She's also my enemy. We don't like each other. Oh, and most importantly of all these facts. I'm incredibly single.

--MONDAY morning--

I wake up to my face getting licked. I look up and see my mini dachshund Carl. He's pretty cute.
"Hey Carl! How are you today? What time is it?" I grab my phone and look at the clock. Crap! It's 6:56!!! I don't have time to take a shower. Billy will certainly inform me on this. Ugh. I get up and make my bed and shut my bedroom door. I pick out a pair of jeggings and a t-shirt. I decide otherwise that I should wear something else. No need to give two things for Billy, my enemy, to make fun of. I go and brush my teeth thence eat back to getting dressed. I have bad luck with toothpaste. I get out this really cute dress I bought the other day. It's gray and goes down to my knees. At the top, it's kinda like a tank top. But with thicker straps. There's a black belt that goes around the waist. After I get dressed, I choose my shoes. I normally wear converse, but today I choose otherwise. I choose some brown boots with a buckle around the ankle. They are super cute. But they don't match so I choose my black combat boots. I don't care if they don't match. I honestly had to paint them black so yeah. Now for the hair. I brush my long hair that trails down my back. I grab a headband and put it in. I apply some light eyeshadow, some blush, and some red lipstick. Trying to pop out that part of my body. Once I'm ready I grab my backpack and phone and go downstairs. I get into my car after saying goodbye and drive to school. As I drive to school, I think. About life. My future. My mate. I just really want to find the person who will love me forever. No, I don't believe in love at first sight. But I do believe in love. And that's what I'm searching for. I try creating the perfect guy in my head. He has a deep, manly voice. He has a pretty good tan and a great abdomen with a six-pack. He's tall. 6' 3". And he has a smile that could light up a room. His hair is brown and messy, but it looks hot. He's just all around perfect. So, when I'm parking, I keep thinking about him. I wish he was real. While I was thinking, I almost ran into a wall. But I didn't. This voice in the very back of my head shouted out to me stop! So I stopped. I try to remember the voice. It was his voice. It was my dream boy's voice. He's in my head and told me what to do! Maybe, he's real?