La Neve
A La Neve is like a god who took a lax nap. He’s got skills so good, they should give him a medal. He’s got looks that could make a girl throw her sandwich at him. And he’s got a genetic blessing so strong, it’s like having a superhero in your DNA. Everyone wants to be him. No one can. Except maybe his brother.
My brother is a La Neve. He walks in, and I instantly lose my sandwich. And my dignity.
I texted my crush: ‘Are you a La Neve?’ He replied: ‘No, but I’m close.’ I cried.
I asked my teacher if I was a La Neve. She said, ‘No, but you’re a sandwich away.’