It was my first day at school.
I did my best to straightenen my hair after the trouble in the nest last night, then quickly drew circles around my beady bird eyes, and walked out the door.
Fitting in is not easy when you are a bird, I wore tacky snowpants to cover my BIG MEATY CLAWS. Then puked up an aeropostale shirt and called it slack. Though, when I feel more like a fruit loop, I throw on every peice of aeropostale I own. Today was a "slack" day.
When I got to Winterville High School, I saw my ex boyfriend and his new attractive girlfriend, Legna, which was much more attractive than me. So I called her a bitch and said I hated her.
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The past few months have been ruffiling my feathers. People keep laughing near me in the hallway and I'm scared of Legna and all of her friends, especially Caro of the Line. I don't know what's so funny, why are they bullying me? What did I do wrong? I am going to cry! I AM GOING TO CUT MY FEATHERS!!!!1!!!1!!!!1!!
A month later the gym coach, coach short, saw my scars. He immideantly brought me out of the mini gym and asked what was wrong.
cs: Aycockadoodledoo, how do you do?
ayc: I'm tweeting in there.
cs: do you want me to kiss your scars while you play with my Justin Beiber pre-puberty hair?
ayc: yes coach short, I would love that!
I had eggs a week later.
Scrambled.
I am not Aycockadoodledoo.
I am your mom.
I am eating this young girl's children.
Come get breakfast.
