It was a typical Monday morning, I had my typical PB and J sandwich in my worn up roxy lunch bag when I saw HER. And to make matters even worse, SHE was sitting at the "cool" table. I mean she had only been at out school for like a week, and she somehow squirmed her way into the "cool" group. The "cool group" is like a VIP passage way to ultimate popularity. The one quirk is, if you do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, is embarrassing or even drops your "cool level" by like a breadcrumb you go straight to loserville, which fortunately or unfortunately I am strangely stuck in! Apparently having good grades, and having the teachers like you is a crime at crimson highschool. But that it was all going to change...