High school torture

Me

I'm Mary, but I would rather be called May. My parents are the strongest Christians I know, so what else should I expect for the name?

Im 15, short, poor, and I have shoulder length, dark brown hair that is permanently frizzy. All through 4th and 5th grade I was known as 'Frizzy, the girl with hair thats been rubbed by 50 ballons'

I have two best friends, Sarah and Lexi.

Sarah is more of an uptown girl. Ya know, someone who has always had the life of luxury. She is short, 5'2 short. Her hair is long, beautiful, and so soft that makes feels like she was blessed by an angle to always have such amazingly silky hair.

Lexi, an average girl. Someone who doesn't stick out in a crowd, someone who more or less goes with the flow. She has averaged brown hair. All I have to say to describe her is, well... average.

Im not popular... at all. I'm the lowest of the low. Thats what I get for allowing my parents to apply me for a scholarship to the highest end private school in eastern Virginia. Why do I have to be so damn smart?

I am rather shy until you get to know me. Then you learn I am a hyperactive ball of craziness. I dont show that part of me in public. Instead, I just stay quiet, and hope nobody notices my clothing from last year's 'whats in' category.
Thats my life. Im May Thomson, and Im not so proud of it.