Chicks Before Dicks

Introduction

         First, let’s get something straight. My names Annabelle, I’m seventeen years old and I have NEVER been interested in falling in love OR destroying my best friends life. Somehow, in the space of three months, I managed to do both.

      It all started the first day back after the summer holidays of 2013. It was the beginning of my second year at sixth form and I had high expectations. This was apparently the year everything went ‘wild’. I’m still not quite sure what is implied by that but I had a feeling it was going to be quite an experience. Everyone, with the exception of those lucky bitches that were allowed to skip the first ‘few’ days because they were still on holiday (I swear you can do anything when your rich), were having our welcome back ‘party.’ This mainly consisted of desperate girls, pretending to be drunk and trying to grab the attention of our 'hot' new History teacher. By hot, I mean barely acceptable expect by the standards of single sex and privately educated school girls. Due to our all rounded lack of interaction with the opposite sex; most girls would get with any guy within a five year span. This is, of course, with the exception of me and my friends. Jessica, with her flowing brown hair, long tanned legs and stunning smile could get pretty much any guy she wanted however due to her three yearlong relationship with Jacob, is disgusted when any guy tries to have any kind of interaction with her. Mila, on the other hand, although wanting a boyfriend, is far from desperate. Funny, stylish and possibly the only person who I can bear to have as my shopping partner, she’s always pining after some guy. Her insignificant ‘crushes’ never lasts for long though, a few months at the most.

          In case you haven’t noticed already- I pretty much hate school. Most people say its fine except the actual learning aspect however I would have to argue the opposite. I don’t mind my education, in fact I feel quite privileged, but let’s just say sometimes I find it considerably challenging to stop myself from throwing a chair at some of these girls. God, isn’t being a teenage girl fun? Maybe I’m being too harsh. Not everyone in this school is a backstabbing bitch; in fact the majority of them are almost pleasant. This is certainly NOT including Tilly and her posse. Where to start with Tilly… She’s not a bully, in fact far from it. She’s far too cowardly to stand up for herself hence the fact she walks around like she owns the place and tries to be intimidating when it’s a well-known fact she has really low self-esteem. Maybe that’s just a rumour (started by me) but what else could explain her determination to catch the attention of everyone in the whole of Europe. When anyone (usually me and my friends) dares to cross her path, she threatens them with her brother. Apparently he’s really protective of his ‘little sis’ (her words not mine). No one’s actually sure if he exists, I personally doubt it however it seems to work on most people. She sucks up to the teachers and older students in hope to maintain her ‘sweet and loving’ reputation. I can tell you now; she’s far from either of those things.

          Anyway, now that I’ve given you some background into my school life, I’ll get back to the story. After sitting in the hall long enough, it was starting to become hard for me to not physically throw up at the sight of Tilly practically grinding against the Mr Mitchell. That’s the new History teacher. Back then I didn’t know how significantly he was going to change my life. Before you start getting judgemental, no, I did not fall for him but his actions were pretty much responsible for my life getting back on track; in a weird and twisted way.         

         Mila, Jessica and I slipped out as discreetly as possible, wincing when we heard Jessica’s name being called by Miss Donnely (our bitch deputy head) however sighing with relief when we realised it was another Jessica from year nine being called. Most likely, she was going to be given a lecture about the length of her skirt. Honestly, the teachers in this school walk around with their pink hair and 6 inch heels but the second were caught with a single wrong colour hairband or untucked shirt were straight in a Friday detention. I’m beginning to find it hard to find the appeal of this century’s education system. We may as well have been bought up by ruthless dragons. Oh yeah, that’s what parents are for.