You spend hours in the morning trying to look perfect for your yearbook photo. It’s a process that leaves you uncomfortably overdressed for the entire day of school, but the payoff of being the cutest one in your class is worth it. When the book of memories is finally in your hands, you eagerly flip through pages, pointing out everybody else’s flaws until you see the competition you didn’t know you’d have.
She stares at you with those big brown eyes. That irresistibly kissable face. You can’t deny it - MIss Peanut the therapy dog has shown you up.