That’s the third time I’ve had an object aimed at my head and it succeeded to hit me in the past fifteen minutes.
They snigger at me and think I’m a laugh. Just because I am not like them. You know what I mean?
The boys who only care that their wiener is huge and whether or not they’re getting it this week from some sad “chick”. Oh, and then there’s the plastic girls who I swear were made in china. You know the type? The ones that can’t help but apply make up, want to snog boys and party hard.
Oh, and we can’t forget about acting dumb for the boys, now can we? Yep. “Education is crap” they say, but then expect to earn millions. Idiots. I’m different. Well, different to them. They spend their nights and weekends, at a disco, having a few cans and whatnot. Me? I think that’s beyond immature. No, I’m not a saddo. Well, that’s what my best mate, Beckii, says anyways.
I’m Jenny. I like to ice skate, ride horses, read novels and have sleepovers with my girls. I don’t dress like a slag and I only wear some make up. At least I don’t look like a liquorice allsort! I get on with my work because I want to be a journalist when I’m older. I need good qualifications to get into university. I’m just doing what affects my future the right way. I don’t talk in class because there’s nothing to talk about. They all think “this is the life”.
Wait until their mid thirties, in debt and stuck for a job. Mmm. Then who will have the last laugh?
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