•Summer of the Exhibition•

4

The airport is cold and depressing, luckily I was kicked out right in front of the main entrance.
While I was waiting for my flight, I used my laptop to give that bastard a bad review.
“1 star. Told me that phones weren’t allowed and kicked me out when I refused to abide by his stupid rule. If we weren’t so close to the airport, I would be in great danger.”
Before I could submit my review, I was immediately called to my private jet…Or what I thought was my private jet..
They tricked me!
My jaw dropped, and I was angered when I found out I was riding in business class.
BUSINESS CLASS.
I was told I had the luxury.
Stuck-up men, and bimbos…bimbos with their rich husbands..
It spelled rancid, awful, my nose hairs were burning.

I finally sat down, and I had a seat all to myself.
I looked ahead of me and submitted my review, as soon as I clicked submit, a tall man sat in the seat in front of me.
It. Was. The. Uber. Driver.
I tried to play it cool, maybe he wouldn’t notice me..
I don’t want to risk it, but the man has my phone…so…-
“Hey.” I snapped. “Can I have my phone back, PLEASE? And I want you to know that I left a bad review! You suck! You really, really do!” I finally finished yelling and the man turned around to look at me.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about…I never drove for Uber in my life, lady.” The man growled.
“What? I’m not stupid! You literally drove me and you kicked me out!”
“I didn’t…but go off, I guess.” Before I could protest, he was already half asleep. I can’t believe I made a mistake as silly as that one, why would my uber driver board the EXACT same flight as I did?
I didn’t even tell him the city I was flying to, all he knows is that I’m off to France.

My flight was quite relaxing, despite being in BUSINESS CLASS.
Speaking of business class, there are some people here who don’t how to mind theirs…Business. Get it? No? Okay.
Anyway, two ladies saw that I had a horror movie playing on my television, and started calling me names. Like Harlot, Devil’s whore, Demon-waking slut, that’s a new one. I’ve heard all the others before, Devil’s whore is my name on a couple online games I have. I’ve heard it so much while gaming, so I decided to make it official.
“Devilswhore940” That’s my username.
I’d say I’m not like other girls, but I’m sure I’d be called a pick me..
But it’s true, I’m not like other girls..
I’m…different…
Smarter, more boy-ish, doesn’t go on and on about her hair…
I figured guys would want someone that’s just like them, drinks beer, watches sports, hair is oily and nasty..
Some say that I’m a pick me, but I say I’m strategic..
No, I don’t have a boyfriend, and no I don’t have any evidence that my research is valid, but I have my strong gut.
Which should definitely suffice.