The Diary of a Teenage Einstein
17 parts Ongoing Dear Whoever's Bored Enough to Read This,
Let's get one thing straight: I don't do people. I tolerate one person-my best friend, Bella. Beyond that? No, thanks. Humanity? Overrated.
This whole "diary" thing? I'm just humoring Bella because she's convinced that "writing my thoughts" will help me open up. Spoiler alert: it won't. And anyway, what would I write? High school is a dump full of posers, everyone in my family thinks they know what's best for me, and I'm stuck as the permanent third wheel to Bella and her boyfriend, Tony. I'm sarcastic, bitter, and, apparently, a "smartass genius," if my teachers have anything to say about it. Oh, and did I mention people suck?
So here's my life: books, sarcasm, and avoiding humans at all costs. I'd rather drown in Wuthering Heights than deal with people. I'd rather read the ingredients on a cereal box than go to a party. But no, everyone insists I must "get out there" and change my attitude.
Spoiler alert #2: That's not happening.
But you know what? If I'm writing to "open up," then buckle up. Because I've got stories-about backstabbing "friends," cringe-worthy family dinners, and a whole lot of reasons why I've got zero faith in humanity. So if you're looking for some angsty, feel-good coming-of-age crap, look somewhere else. But if you want the unfiltered truth from a teenage Einstein who's done pretending to care, then pull up a chair and get ready to hear it all.
Yours sarcastically,
Michaela