Dear diary

The Queen Bee

I came home more injured than usual! Why? Well the last lesson was gym. Doesn't sound that bad right? Wrong. My dumb coach decided to make the sport rugby and I swear an evil glint was seen in everyone's eyes!

Tackle after tackle, block after block. They somehow found a way to leave me curled up on the floor trying not to cry.
You know the cliche schools with the blonde bimbos and the manipulative jocks? Well my school was ruled by them. It is built upon foundations of fashion trends, alcohol and parties. If you didn't have these, you were classed as an outcast, someone like me. You was forced to go everyday punched, bruised, shoved you name it, it most probably happens to you.
However, if yo did have these, you were classed as the Queen Bee's followers and no one can top the Queen Bee! In this case, she was no one other than Stephanie Childs. Her parties were the biggest, loudest and most common of our county! And yes she was the typical rich, blonde, dumb hoe that sleeps around to get her way!

Anyways about rugby, it just happened to be Stephanie herself that had to tackle me even when I had no ball or call a penalty to her side. The teachers were so in love with their star pupil they were blinded to the fact that the ball didn't even go in her direction let alone hit her! A* honour student? You make me laugh. She's just like her mother and all of her siblings. After all you can't be called Childs if you don't have any can you?