Confessions of a Bitch

Confessions of a B*tch

Author's Note (24/08/2014) - Before you start reading this, I just want to let you know that the entire book is a First Draft. The book itself was written over a two year period, so the writing isn't that brilliant ---but it gets better.

So yeah, I hope you enjoy the story or give it a chance. Thank you.

I'm a hormonal bitch.

Sue me.

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I grab a twenty dollar note from the kitchen table and head out the door into the summer blazed street. It's over thirty degrees outside and it doesn't take long for my body to enter overdrive. I have an intense hatred of the Australian heat, but the only time I love it is when I'm at the beach with my mates.

That rarely happens.

I unlock the four wheel drive dad bought me for my eighteenth and hop in, before slamming on the accelerator and speeding down the street. I've only had the thing for two months and it's about to die. I have a reputation for being unable to look after things carefully. Looking after things doesn't run in my genes. Even the doctor said so.

I take a U turn at the road, almost crashing into a tree, but I don't care. I've got school to get to, and I don't want to be late. I don't give a damn about school, but it's the first day of year twelve, so I've got to get there on time. If the first day of year twelve ends in disaster, then the rest of the year will be a pain in the arse. That's what happened in year seven.

At my school, year seven is the beginning of high school. It's stupid, I know. There's nothing worse than scrawny year seven kids in a den of hormonal teenagers. They're so bloody agitating thinking they know everything and own the school.

Anyway, my very first day of high school was an epic fail in all proportions and a perfect example of social suicide that set the trend for the entire year. It involved almost dying during the orientation camp at Margret River, making an absolute fool of myself at the swimming carnival, especially when I forgot I couldn't body board and signed up to do it, and when my phone rang in the middle of the whole school assembly. God was probably laughing at me, as if the entire year of my life was a funny home video.

Then, I punched the obese bitch in the face. Her name was Baby G and she was the biggest, larger than life bitch and fattest person I'd ever seen, who spent her time scoffing down Maccas and KFC. She used to push everyone around like she owned the school.

She probably did. Her dad was the principal which was no surprise. He didn't care about the mental torture she was putting everyone else through, not to mention her arse was the size of the European continent. Trust me.

It was huge.

I had done a good job of ignoring her ever since she started the school. Then one day, she cornered me and called me fat, and teased me about my blonde hair and freckles. It didn't stop there. She also managed to figure out my parents were divorced, and my 'biological' father was serving ten years in jail for selling and smuggling heavy crack on the street and beating up five police officers to pulp. Having my biological father's blood running through my veins, I punched her in the face. And it didn't stop there. I kept on going, and going, and going. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I kept on remembering the students she had bullied in the hallway, stealing their canteen money and lunch.

The bitch deserved it. She deserved everything she got: The broken nose, busted lip, torn eye socket, two black eyes and the humiliation of wetting herself.

Next thing I knew was that I was being dragged from her fat filled body and taken to the principal's office. My mum was called and I was suspended. But nothing could wipe the victorious smirk on my face. The bitch had it coming. The school couldn't afford to let me go. I'm one of those students who never study and listen in class but still manage to get straight A's. I don't know how I do it, but I think it's got something to do with the yogurt mum makes me eat every morning. The school needed me to lift its horrendous reputation of dumb students so a suspension was the most serious punishment they could give.