No Idiot, I'm Bleeding Snapple -ON HOLD-

No Idiot, I'm Bleeding Snapple Introduction

Serenity=peace. Serenities=peaces. Serenitiee=pieces. Simple as that.

Sure, my name means peace but so what? I'm just the exact opposite. Which is why smart parents name their children something meaning emo or homo or something stupid. But those people managed to hold on to life right? Even better than the people named by stupid parents with names meaning peace and joy and happiness! Get where i'm going?

I, am pretty much popular. No, I don't slobber make up on my face. No I don't wear cleavage showing clothes. No I am NOT a slut. And no, I'm not a cheerleader either. I just have a...natural attraction? I'm a magnet. People says its my beauty and the fact I'm pretty nice too. My flaw? I have things against homo people and a bit of bi people. And, unlike some people I find scenic or emo people smexii.

Also, I am just a little bit of a tomboy. But its not my fault I am. Blame my stupid parents for naming me. Blame my dad for leaving. Blame my mom for drinking booze too much. Blame her for being whack and insisting every type of perfume on me. I swear that at least once a month I end up going to school smelling like a petunia for a week, even while sweating like mad. Just because my mom puts make up and perfume by 'force'

I don't have friends. Or best friends. Because you never know who truly appreciates you if your popular. For all you know, they could be trying to get into your pants or just want stuff or to share some of the popularity. Not how I roll.

Thats why, my friends are pretty much boys. Sure, I get flirted with and stuff like that... and people assume I'm 'head over heels' for them. But 50% at least of the time they're too busy trying to beat me at black ops. That's what I call REAL friendship. Or at least respecting me while ignoring the fact I'm popular.

I have dark brown hair. Sometimes I may get bluish streaks in my hair but pretty much its normal. It goes straight until right below my ear. Then its pretty wavy. Goes down right to my shoulders. My stupid mom says to put it up in a braid or at least get it down to the 'chest area'. But then again, that's what happens when she's on whack.

For now? My life begins. Or at least the start you'll be seeing. My life is full of surprises and thingys like that. I suggest you leave me alone like... NOW. Did your momma tell you to go stalk people's lives? I think NOT. Even my momma ain't that stupid.

So leave. For your own sake of safety. 2 weeks from now? I don't want to see you beating the crap outta the weirdo peoples who flirt with me on a regular basis. I'd rather not.