Life as a Model in a Public School

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The winds in my face, the cameras flashing, I'm posing. It's very difficult being a model. Yes you heard me clear a model, and no pictures please, I get enough of that a day. Being a model in a private school is regular life, but a public school is torture.

I went to a private school, but tomorrow, and until further notice I'm in a public school. What a life, and it's all because of Steve, and his big fat mouth. Talking ,"Oh she gonna get snobby, and heartless." Like come on I'm already snob. Heartless is around the corner soon.

When I'm in this public school, This East Row Lander Middle School, I know one thing for sure. I am not eating, or using the bathroom. And sitting down, opening the door, and touching anything without it being whipped with my 'kills all germs' whip. Is the public school clean?

I can't just walk in my house, and have my friends see my helping the poor. That's a bad impression to them. We called the Snobby 5. Anny, Jade, Char, Shane-Qua, and me; Sarah, and lets not be stupid of why the call us that. Char is like the B.S5.O.T.Y (Best Snobby 5 of the Year.) She took Daniel's place, when Daniel start to talk to the poor, and get this Daniel got kicked out for her mistake. Now the pressure is all on me when I go to this public school.

Tomorrow will be a torture feast. I mean you can just now stick a sign on my head saying, "The chick Ex-Snobby 5. She got kicked out because she was helping the poor. Call her a freak if wanted for free. She bits." Yes I will bit you if you laugh at me. I just need to go to the mall, and get a $10,000 spy.

But get this, Steve wants to be all nicey, nice, and give me want I want (His exact words,"Here hon, do you want anything.) So I say, "Don't bring me to that public school." And get this he says, "No." Like who do you are.

Such a hypocritical bitch. If you haven't found out yut, so sorry to not tell you before, but Steve is my stepdad, and as you can tell I hate his ass. See I told my mom not to marry this bitch, ass, mother flipping, dude Steve. Harsh why to describe him. I know.

Any who I need that spy. Talking about public school torture feast, made me get 1,000 knots in my back. (over exaggerating) :'( bye.