A group of Quinn Morgendorffer's admirers surrounded her in awe, wondering what a girl who made being a brain a fashion statement and was cute had next up her sleeve.
"I love you, but you don't understand me, I'm a real poet," Quinn choked back feigned sobs, tears beginning to well up as she held her paper a little bit tighter. "My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy."
All of the boys began cheering.
"That was great, Quinn!"
"So... deeppp..." Tiffany Blum-Deckler commented.
"And now she's quoting a Priscilla Presley lookalike who could wrap a boy around her finger with that sultry singing voice and those deep green eyes of hers." Daria quipped, arms crossed in disbelief.
"Hey, let her keep on fooling them if she pleases. Those tears are like pearls, Morgendorffer." Jane retorted with a chuckle.