I sit down in front of the lady at the desk in the office of the school.
"State your name." She says, staring at me through her spectacles with her judging eyes.
"Emma Griffon." I cross my arms over my chest and answer her question with disdain.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Why?" I argue, which results in Mrs. Beady Eyes giving me a look that would make the abominable snowman shake with fear. "I don't know...brown hair, brown eyes...smart, I think. Clever?"
"Mhm..." The lady purses her lips, jotting something down on the form. That stupid form. That's the reason why I'm here. Because it's mandatory to take a personal assessment senior year. "Where are you going to be in ten years?"
I don't know! Does it look like I have p
YOU ARE READING
Bad Boys Make Good Boyfriends
RomanceHi! this story has been rewritten a thousand times over from a few years ago and I thought I'd share what I had :)
