Pop Goes my Life

Chapter 1

I have no life.

I always took the safe road to school. That way, no one could hurt me! I wasn't the dangerous type at all. Heck, I was even to scared to open a jar of mayonnaise! I didn't have any friends. Just a bunny named ruffles. I found her when my family and I went on our annual family vacation. She didn't look to good, so we took her to the vet right away.

She's okay now though! But, she's not the problem here, the problem is ME! I don't have the courage to ask out the boy of my dreams. His name is Brandon Fisher, and he's in the 8th grade. He has the world's prettiest eyes and the cutest little butt!

Uh-oh! I'm doing it again! I'm venting my feelings in front of an audience...... Or is it just me? Oh I hate that I can't just walk up to him and say "Hey, I like you.....a lot!" Why can't I just stop being such a wuss!

Chapter 2

I saw Brandon today. He was sitting in the school's courtyard listening to his iPod music. I was WAY to scared to go sit by him, so as I was walking away, I fell over the trash can getting pizza all over my dress. He laughed so hard that milk spilled out of his nose. It was so embarrassing. I just wanted to die right there, right then! He looked cute even when cow discharge was spilling out of his nose, his little button nose! I needed help. I needed an experienced person who know boys.... LOTS of boys! That would be Jessica Finleà. She's a French foreign exchange student who just moved here last year and has already had 72 boyfriends! If only I can get to her before the next boy does.

Chapter 3

On January 5, I got a hold of Jessica Finleà. She told me to get a life and that I would never be as pretty as her or get as many boyfriends as she had. Basically, I was a reject. I then decided that I would be gay for the rest of my life. How was I going to explain this to my mother? I guess I would start with" Pop goes my life!" I already knew how she would look. She would have that 'WHAT DID YOU SAY' look on her face. My mom is a minister at St. Bernard Penecostal. When she gives her sermons, she always uses me and my good examples in them. I wonder how much of a good example I am now.

I got home and was ready to face the speech. This was the speech where mom tries to get me to understand my body and give myself some time to think it through."What am I thinking?" I thought. "I'm so not gay!"

"Hi kiddo!" said my mom.

"Really mom. We've talked about this, my name is Rebecca."

"Oh...sorry."

I walked away, frustrated.

For some reason, I tend to be very self conscious about my name, but I don't care for anything else about myself.We had homework today. 3 Biology assignments, 2 math projects, and 1 giant exam to study for