Jennifer's POV:
I watched as Mr. Harold scribbled some scientific nonsense onto the whiteboard, as he did every day, taking forever to do so.
I looked down at my paper, filled with impossible theories and formulas that just gave me a headache.
I sighed, and rested my chin on my palm as I blankly stared straight ahead. The posters about Albert Einstein suddenly became strangely interesting the more I looked at this awful paper.
Crinkle crinkle... The sound of paper being smashed into a ball came from the back of the room.
Woosh! A balled up paper landed on my desk. I made sure Mr. Harold was still writing, and opened the shriveled mess.
"Hi." Was written in the center of the paper with a smiley face under it. I smiled, and looked back at who I knew sent me the note.
Scott Donahue, the hottest guy at Westmont High School, was smiling at me.
I smiled back, determined to have him as my boyfriend.
"Hi." I whispered, and gave him a little finger-wave.
"Who can tell me what this means?" He whacked the board with his pointer-stick at some weird Latin word, and waited for volunteers, squinting through his glasses with a look on his face like he drank a glass of sour milk.
Everyone looked at each other as usual, searching for a volunteer.
"No volunteers... What a surprise." Mr. Harold grumbled sarcastically, and turned around again to write some more.
I looked down and rolled my pencil back and forth on my desk, and when I looked up, I found myself staring at a mouthful of crusty yellow teeth, smiling at something behind me.
Scott... She was smiling at my Scott!
No way, I thought to myself.
No one is getting in my way of Scott!
I couldn't believe the nerve of this girl!
How could she even think of trying to be with him when everyone knew he was practically mine... Not that she would ever stand a chance... I mean really... Just look at her.
I literally could have barfed at the scene before me.
Scott smiled, but I could tell he was disgusted by her. She giggled at his response and turned around.
Pathetic.
I scowled at the back of her mangy, split-end-infested hair. Disgusting...
Speaking of disgusting... My gum had lost its flavor a while ago... And I already threw away the wrapper.
I took the gum out of my mouth and looked at it, then at the sad excuse of a frizz-ball that this girl called hair.
I wonder where I should put it?
I smiled, and smothered the gum all over the side of her head.
"Hey!" She turned around.
"Oh! You have something in your hair... Let me get it out for you." I purposely spread it around her head even more, grinning the whole time.
The whole class started bursting into wild laughter.
"Get it out!" She squealed, but I just ignored her.
"You know... You should just cut it... You'd be doing yourself a favor."
I made a face like I actually felt sorry for her.
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Topsy-Turvy
Teen FictionWhat if everything you knew was taken from you? What if you could see through another's eyes, and live their life? That's what happens to Jennifer Carlyle, Westmont High School's most popular, gorgeous girl, and a very talented cheerleader, who take...