Prologue.

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Dear Diary,

  Another day of pretending to be someone I'm not. My boyfriend of the week is Charlie Mcwell. Or should I say, was? Yup, I had to dump him. Why? Because he only wanted to sleep with me. Not that I'm afraid to or I'm not good at it but I would rather be licking a vagina instead. God.. How I miss kissing, biting and caressing some nipples and then making my way downwards until... Uhh yeah, let's not stray off: I'm so fed up of pretending just for my stupid parents to feel proud of me and for my stupid friends to like me because they're so stupidly stupid. Now I know what it seems like; I'm sad and lonely in this big bad world, hiding my true self from everyone until one day I'll come clean, everyone will accept me and I'll live happily ever after? Trust me it's not! Whitmore High has the most clichè student body ever with blonde cheerleaders and jocks governing the school, nerds, goths and homosexuals being pushed and bullied for being different and the few rebels trying to make themselves heard. Keyword 'trying'. These are the typical stereotypes and if I want to survive Whitmore High, I don't really have a choice here.

Well, now I guess I just have to write my life problems on a tiny piece of paper, shove it up my butt and move on with my 'sexy cheerleader straight, rich and popular' act. I love my life :)

-5 may XOXO

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OMG I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK THAT I'M DOING MY HAPPY DANCE:

*****OMG I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK THAT I'M DOING MY HAPPY DANCE:

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P.s Yup, I'm a proud belieber.

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