There. She is. With my crush, dating him. They look so happy together, with all the roses they give and kisses.. How I wish I was Crystal. Such a fortunate girl.. Yet it's only the perfume that attracted him. If only I knew that secret recipe.. In class, She sits with him, twirling her hair and snuggling her body to his warm body.. I was lost in my thoughts until my friend, Krista (or Kris) nudged me. "Oi, Deiya! Stop daydreaming!" she whisper-yelled. "I'm not daydreaming, I'm nightdreaming" I replied. "Ha-ha, funny lady, we're Supposed to discuss for our project!" Kris explained. So I haven't introduced myself.. My name is Deiya.. Or people call me Deyi, or Deya.. Or in extreme cases, Daye. But who cares?! My name is unique... ~ Noobandlamestory. Hope you njoy it