Yeah, I do write in my spare time (which is sparse) My First Day at a New School øøø Less than half-a-day has passed since I’ve been in this school, and I’m already sitting with the girl of the grade, the girl of every boy’s dream, the perfect girl. She’s utterly perfect, not too short, not too tall, not too round nor too stick-like, mesmerizingly intelligent, and, in my eyes at least, drop-dead beautiful, stunningly beautiful. I’ve always had my luck run out on me with girls, buy hopefully that won’t be the case this time. She’s too perfect, too ideal, too much of the missing piece to the puzzle for me to mess up. My na...