The Bitch Book

Entry I; 'Skank School'

          Walking down the hallway at school, my mind can't help but clock people at a mile a minute. "Her skirt is ratchet," I think to myself "His hair needs to be lit on fire". I can't stand all of the peasants lumbering around me twenty-four seven. Clearly I'm better than them. Right?
My name is Allison Adams. I'm an 11th grade heterosexual cheerleader, the captain might I add. I have at least forty-five of each gender lined up to touch this, yes, including the lesbians on the hockey team. I've been Homecoming Queen every year that I've been here. My spirit animal is Regina George, and I can't go a single school day without forcing some outcast whore to never wear plaid again. I have an entire squad of balloon-head cheer bitches that have had to have at least eight abortions each from the disgusting football players. Me? I would never even stand less than five feet away from those bulldog-faced buffoons. Half of the people reading this probably think I'm some kind of devil slut, but I'm actually a savior to all these poor human beings.
I call High School, "Skank School", because everyone that attends it is exactly as implied. But me? No, no, no. I'm nothing but a future Victoria's Secret model that can pull off any bra or panties and make the boys go wild. Yea... Whatever.
          I'm seriously so tired of all these nerds, geeks, and freaks. If one more 'Mathlete' tells me that my ass is nice I'm going to lose it. I am more than able to defend myself from them, but this is all beside the point. Let's get to the actual story of my school year from the beginning...