Monday, 12/06/10
I am a loser.
Just face it. I'm ugly. I'm shy. I have no guy friends and the friends I do have are like me, losers.
It all hit me when the class bitch, Amy, told me off in Social Studies last week. What I did to piss her off, I don't know. All I do know is that her word ran through my mind since then.
God, Caroline! Your so retarded and ugly that you will never be popular. Your probably going to become a slut with all your loser friends because of your depression. But wait. Your not hot. So that's not going to happen. Well, you just should jump off a cliff or something. Do the world a favor you poor excuse for a pile of fucking shit.
I hate Amy, but that made me realize that I am ugly. I am not popular what so ever. My friends are losers. And I am a poor excuse for a pile of fucking shit.
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"Caroline!"
"Huh?"
"Caroline, we were calling your name for, like, 5 minutes. You haven't even touched your pizza. What were you thinking about? Was it about Cam? Oh, and can I have your pizza?" Naomi said to my right, poking my ribs. Naomi was my best friend since kindergarten, though I will admit that she is overweight and uglier than me. Cam was short for Cameron, my crush. He was the only guy who ever has talked to me without calling me ugly or judging my extremely long, red hair. He was the only guy who wasn't afraid to hug me in the halls, though, he too, was a loser. I love that boy.
"Sure take it. Yeah, Cam. How did you know?" I lied smoothly. How could I tell them that I was actually thinking about how much of losers we are along with how ugly we are? That's right, I couldn't. They just wouldn't understand.
"We know because you always think of him," Dandelion cut in from my other side as she picked up her chocolate milk. Dandelion was a short, skinny, blonde haired girl who was just plain ugly. Her hair didn't fit her head quite right and her eyes flickered all the time. Dandelion's teeth were all messed up just like her double jointed hands. She was crazy ugly.
"Hey! He's my cousin!" Tina spat as pizza flew from her mouth at Mary and Tolly. All of those three were ugly, no surprise there.
"I know. I know. I know," I whispered. I know that I am at a table full of ugly people, me included. What's my problem? I wonder what being Amy is like for one day. One day. She is so lucky. I thought. One thing I knew from then on was that I needed to work on four things.
One; Stop being shy. Talk. Talk a lot to guys. Show them I am cool enough to be his friend.
Two; Get popular. I can't be seen with losers like this. I need to be like Amy and her best friends, Emma, Matty, Sam, Monica, Kadie, Elka, Sally, and Kim, the main girls who were the 'preps'. Even if I became friends with the 'barbies' like Bella, the preps followers, or the 'skaters' like Cookie Razzles, a slut who has every guy drooling, yet she is the opposite of the preps all together. I just need to become friends with their friends and work from there. One step at a time.
Three; Losers are losers. Therefor I need to get un-ugly. Cut my hair short. Wear make-up. Get A+ outfits that would even make preps drool over their own $500 shirts. Just be drop dead beautiful. Make them jealous.
Four; Stop being a worthless pile of shit. Instead be a beautiful pile of perfect rainbow skittles, just waiting to be noticed. Waiting to be seen as she wants to be.
And if that doesn't work, a important pile of shit would work too.
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Hey. (:
Well, I don't know if I should continue on this... I have the next chapter done, but I want some feedback. ((: Thanks!
-theAccentBeast
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