Note to self: Jay's Story.

Jay is a normal teenager - like you and me. But is she about to make the biggest mistake of her life, is she going to go to far - will she get hurt? This is the diary of Jay, telling her story through her own point of view...



It's Sunday morning, the day after the party. How was it, you may ask, well it was amazing! The best night of my life. Why? Because the boy that I fancy (who we are going to call 'Fred' from now on) kissed me, told me that I was beautiful and said that he never wanted to lose me. I was nearly in tears of happiness when he said those lovely things and the kiss, well that just but the cherry on the cake!  It was amazing from the start, well sort of. I was running late because an was so nervous, I was debating whether to go or not. But as soon as I put my dress on, I felt gorgeous - even if I do say so myself. I actually felt good about myself for a change. The party was black and white themed, therefore I opted for a white illusion dress with black side panels, along with silver glitter heels and diamanté earrings and a necklace. No one had ever seen me in a dress before, actually, come to think of it, no one had ever seen me dressed up before. I was shaking by this point, I walked inside and opened the living room door and I remember just been stared at - by everyone! I really didn't like it until my girls came over to me and said omg Joanne you look stunning, beautiful, amazing, gorgeous... And I'm not one to brag, but the list did go on! I walked over to Fred, with confidence and handed him his card. His mouth dropped. I defiantly felt stunning then. After that I talked with everyone, danced with just about everyone, had the most amazing times with my friends and managed to get a kiss with the birthday boy. When we kissed, it honestly felt like fireworks had went off - until the boys had to ruin it by 'oooo-ing' at us but still it was magical.  It just goes to show that you don't need a tan, 'chicken fillets' and knicker shorts to make the boys jaws drop. I best go now, my friends haven't stopped texting me - all morning, god help me if I ever get married! Note to self: kill a boy by being a slag, kill a man by doing it with class... (think about it) ;)

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