Five

At first glance we secretly didn’t like each other. We were all nice, of course, according to the laws of society; but deep down there was something that just didn’t jive about that girl across the room. She was too pretty, too smart, or just a little too funny. We regarded each other with envious eyes; but always kept that polite smile on our faces. Every word that escaped that girl’s mouth stirred the jealously more. So what if we agreed with each other. So what if we thought the same exact thing. So what if our stories were strikingly similar…we would still not let each other in. Why? Well, she kept to herself, she tried too hard, she was the typical teen, she was intimidating, and she was just too damn perfect.

- Where does your jealously come from? When did it start?