Ana

Sometimes I wish I could just read people's minds. Like I would be able to read Cassie's mind when she does things like ditch me during art class, or Gabrielle Zapinski's mind when she bursts into tears in the middle of class, or Jack Miranda's mind when he stops talking to me for no reason, or Lana Lewis's mind when she calls me a dirty slut.

I haven't ever even kissed a guy, no way am I a slut.

Being able to read minds would make life so easy.

Then I would be able to help everyone with their problems, instead of desperately trying to guess what's going on with them.

My mom says I'm too eager to fix things. That maybe I should just let it be for once. She blasts that Beatles song Let it Be all the time when I'm around. It gets seriously annoying.

Maybe she's right, though.

Maybe I should just let Cassie come to me with her problems. If she wants me to help she'll ask me for help.