ok, so imagine that you're just an ordinary high school girl, trying to get through year eight without the help of your beffles (because that would mean that you're dependent on a bunch of wierdos), with heaps of homework (not that you do much of it), assignments due, midyearly exams, and of course, NO HOT GUYS (because you go to nerd school of course. Not an all-girls school). Now add in the fact that you're not normal whatsoever and that you have to struggle with the fact that you're an incredibley sexy beast that just about anybody wishes they were. This is the perfect description of me, minus the wierdo besties of course. They are actually very normal. All except for Wonder Midget. I'm the extremely special one. These are the adventures of the insanely peculiar Extremely Long Legs (ELL or Ell for short).
Today at nerd school, all the nerds were busy studying in the library. as most of my friends are nerds, I went to the library to greet them and stuff like that. It was also cold outside and I didnt want to be out there if it rained. If it rained it would just make my envious curly hair too envious towards the lower classes. That wouldn't be very good as then everybody would just keep coming up to me saying, "Oh Ell! I love how your envious dark brown curly locks are ultra envious today!", or "Ell! I totally envy your hair! it makes you look so pretty and totally not anti-envious, if you get my drift." That would be so annoying! Everybody already annoys me about my also extremely envious long legs already. God, my life would truly not be worth living if everybody started to comment on my enviousness. Any way, after saying hi to my nerd friends, I said hi to my less nerdy friends, Lila Donoghue, Cora Bandit, Sara Dee, Loretta Lenfa, that kind of shiz.
Okay so right now, I'm walking down the hallway in my dazzling long legs trying to make sure my hair stays normally envious and not get too many comments as the humidity in this part of Australia is absolutely shocking. It's proving to be surprisingly difficult to keep my hair under control. I mean, how hard should it be to look normal? I don't particullarly want to look like a glorified, slightly more atrractive and natural looking Barbie Doll, do I? Anyway, as I'm walking, I'm starting to get this weird tingly feeling all over. This can only mean one thing. Dance time. I stop walking, looking around cautiously. I run over to Wonder Midget (I just call her Minny), my all time BEFFLE (best ever fizzle friend living endorsement - strange, i know). As I'm running my leg start to do this strange movement, causing my body to roll in a belly dancer movement. My arms lift straight out at my sides and beforr I know it, I'm belly Dancing over to Minny. "Dance time, i see?" Milly chuckles quietly. "No duh biatch. Would you like to join me as I belly dance up to my locker?" I reply much louder. "Most certainly I would. You know I have a thing for belly dancing across school," She replies with a smirk. Milly, much like the other girls in the school, are intimidated by my incredibly goo looks and envious hair and legs. She always tries to cover it up and blane it on my height though. Silly girl. Everybody knows that height is nothing without envious features.
