2:23pm Thursday, October 2
Oh my. I'm just. Ugh. There was like pubes on my desk when I walked into sixth period history, then this chick next to me said my lip gloss smelled like old ladies (roses), then she called me a loser. Woo hoo. Fuck. I'm so bored I'm typing this sneakily while we watch some video about Martin Luther.
And fifth period biology sucked too. I don't understand those fucking atoms. These two guys I was in a group with are total dick holes, and I could tell they thought I was a dumb bitch. I'm not. I'm just unclear about how all that atom stuff works. You bastards. I know one of them is-like-- repeating sophomore year so...
If anyone is dumb, it's them.
I've got to go home, with Scarlet, and we have to get ready for all my dad's friends. There's no place for me to sleep, because some of them are staying in my room. So I'm going to Scarlet's this Friday night. Saturday I'll come back with my friends to eat some party food and I don't know what else. Tonight my parents and their friends will probably get drunk, and I'll be trying to drown out the noise.
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Satan School of Sophomores
TeenfikceA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
