• "No, dude, you look cute." Morale said with a sigh. Schuyler had been trying on dresses for an hour.
    "Stop lying to me!" Schuyler was in violet cocktail dress with a bow in the back. Her hair was in a bun with some of her dark brown curls hanging out. "Maybe we shouldn't go. I don't like middle school dances. They're overrated." She was almost as tall as Morale. They'd been friends since second grade.
    "No way," He shouted. "I haven't been waiting here for nothing. Get the dress, we're going." Morale looked into her deep brown eyes. He loved Schuyler's eyes. Just as he loved her hair, and smile. Though he never admited liking her, he knew he did. The dance was tomorrow night at eight. He asked her because, well, he only hung out with her. They were total outcasts. Didn't care what anyone thought of them.
    "Alright, let's check out, then chill at my place, okay?" She said with an innocent smile.
    "Okay."

    They were sitting on the couch playing video games. Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Morale was upsessed with it. Only because he loved watching Schuyler cheer when she won. Schuyler was Link, as usual. He was Ike, because Ike has an epic special.
    "Bo Ya!" Schuyler hopped off the couch, "Beat you again, bow down to me Morale!" That's what Morale liked. She was so cute when she did that.
    "Oh God, I gotta' go potty." Schuyler shrieked and galloped to the bathroom. She took forever in the bathroom.
    As Morale sat there, he remembered about Schuyler's diary, he'd never read it before, and he wanted to know if she liked him or not... That was the only way to find out. I can't, he thought to himself. What if she catches me... He slowly got off the couch and creeped into her room. It was Coca Cola black with Panic At The Disco posters on it. "Thank God she doesn't like the Jonas Brothers..." Morale said to himself. As he opened her desk drawer he saw a journal with the words "Kitty Knows Everything" written on it. He tilted his head in question, then opened it. Beautiful cursive writing was on every page, he flipped to the 12th page, that was his lucky number, and read.
    "Dear Kitty, December 2, 2008

    Today at school, I hung out with Morale, as usual... But something new happened today, I participated in Gym! We played 'Matt Ball'. It's basicly inside kickball, there is no such thing as a foul in Matt Ball. I was lucky enough to get on Richie's team, my newly found crush...    "
    Morale closed his eyes, and sighed frustratingly. He got a sick feeling in his stomach. Morale ripped the page out, and stuffed it into his pocket. He heard the toilet flush. Morale quickly threw the diary into the drawer and plopped down on the couch, and acted casual.
    "What took you so long?" Morale asked smiled, covering up his true feelings.
    "Shut up." Schuyler scoffed. "Rematch?"
    "Naw, I think I'ma head out."
    "Already?" She said and stuck out her bottom lip.
    "Yeah, big history report due tomorrow." He said looking at his feet.
    That's funny, I have history with him, and we never had a report... Schuyler wondered.
    "Extra credit." Morale nodded almost as if he read her thoughts.
    "Alrighty then, peace." Schuyler said waving good-bye.
    "Peace." Morale said walking out the door.

    Morale was at home when he opened up the crumbled diary page. Then continued reading.
    "Richie's got cute black hair, he's very athletic. He coached me on where to kick the ball and everything, I loved it. Although he called me 'Tyler' I didn't mind... even though it's a boy's name. Sadly, Richie's going out with Katherine, that popular chick with no boobs... b***h."
    Morale ripped the paper, he couldn't bare to read more. He brought his knees to his chest and began to cry. Schuyler likes Richie, not me.