A/N: My computer works, now. Hooray. My English tutor said, this fanfiction is a wonderful opportunity to expand my vocabulary, and stop my bad habits, like not using commas, and capitals, and using too many, exclamation points. So, I will do this. Hooray. And many thanks to Gumi Temple for helping me fix my computer. She is very wise in the ways of technology. In thanks, I will name a character after her.

"So, Amynda," Toto said. "You are a good guy, is this not so?"

"Yes," I say. "This is, so."

"This is bad," Toto said. "This is bad, because I am attracted to you, but I am, a bad guy."

"Oh, my. You are such a perv." I scream Loudly. "I will abominate you."

"Why will you abdominal, me." Toto asks. "That is Enchanting."

"Yes, it is," I say.

"Bwahahaha," Toto says, "But I'm So Evil that I have an Evil Plan."

"Gosh golly gee willickers," says a person passing by on the road whose name is Gumi. "That is evil!

And runs away.

"Bwahahaha. Amynda, you beautiful girl you, I will make you regret being such a charming young person, don't you think I won't."

"But how."

"You must kill either Drake, or Caine by the time the sunsets," Toto says, snorting as gremulous smoke rises from the ground around him, his sexy black cape blowing in the current of air blustery weather. "Or else."

And then disappears.

"Why does life, have to be like this." I say, falling to my needs on the engorged pavement, flaccid tears coming, to my eyes. "If I was ugly like, everyone else, Toto wouldn't be punishing me. If I wasn't so perfect, nobody would hate me."

"It's okay," Fruity-Tooty giggliggles, nuzzling against my toe. "It's not your fault you're perfect."

"Oh, but it is," I say. "I have a face like a sexy charter in a manga show, so very kawaii, the body of a model in the magazine of a play boy, the feet of a river. If only I were normal—"

"But you're not normal," Fruity-Tooty, giggliggles, engorging a passing kid with his horn. "And we love you for that."

"This is true," Caine says, jumping onto a table in a skintight leotard that hugs his every curb. "We love you for being perfect."

"Y-You do?" I sniffle-pump. "You really do?"

"Sometimes, people are perfect,

And that's just the way they are," he sings, stretching his arms out into the violet sky and touching the stars, in a voice as sweet as an infantile.

"Sometimes, you're just perfect,

Without a single scar," Drake accomplishes him, jumping up on an opposing table and v stretching his arms out into the violet sky and touching the stars, in a voice as sweet as an infantile.

"Some people are so perfect,

It makes life really hard," Diana joins in, jumping onto another tabularize.

"And these people who are perfect,

Their souls are never marred," Penny sobs.

"And you, Amynda, are perfect,

And we've known it all along," They sing, in unison.

The invisible bug does a dance spinning and tapping his cane in a hat and background music comes in, all beautiful instruments. Caine, Drake, Diana, and Penny hop off their tables, do cartwheels, and land in the middle.

You are so perfect, Amynda, (It's getting faster now, kinda upbeat)

Some people are jealous of you.

But put yourself in our shoes—

Wouldn't you be jealous of you, too?

But we've come to realize, Amanda,

That it's not your fault you're perfect.

You really deserve your perfection,

And it's not for us to dissect.

The music speeds up even more and they put their arms around each other and do a kickline, their sexy knees flashing sexily.

Oh-woah-woah Amynda she is perfect,

Amynda is perfect, it's true,

But instead of being jealous,

Why not be glad she's hear with you?

I start to cry, tears streaming down my face in playful rivulets. They're right. It's everyone else's fault, not mine. Hooray. I have such honest friends.