2. My Life
Chapter 2- My Life
SEPTEMBER 13 2012-
So it is 7:29am on a single Tuesday morning, am I looking forward to school? No. School is the one and only place I would ever want to go, not because of the teaching and hard work, I like that. I absolutely HATE the prissy girls with their Maybeline mascara and Leighton Denny nail polish, diamond encrusted handwriting pens and pink, fluffy pencil cases. UUURRRGGG. But after a while of thinking well, it's not about looks its about who you are I decided that my logic is wrong, looks mean everything to a teenage girl, especially at 13 and 14 years of age. If you look amazing and have a great figure, school is like a torture house filled with beautiful girls and I'm the odd one out. Great.
The positives of being beautiful and popular:
-You easily get boys
-You get loads of compliments which mean a lot
- Everyone hangs around with you at lunch
-You can get away with everything
But you don't need that, apparently I'm the best that I can be, I wonder if it is an advantage that you are pretty? Well lets find out.
1:30 LUNCH TIME-
Everyone is ignoring me, I am sitting on my own at the back of the dining hall, Rowena Williams' table, umm how do we put this... PACKED.
This 'ignoring' has been happening since year 7 for 2 straight years, surely there is something wrong with me. Do I smell? Sniff sniff. No. Are my teeth yellow, no I brush them twice everyday for exactly 2 minutes. There's only one thing left... My appearance.