Oh, Thats Damn Hilarious
Oh, Thats Damn Hilarius
Im not sure if i could be anymore nervous. Its' my first day at Bridget Grammer school. Renowned for its bitches,sluts and of course jocks. I am neither of the before. Im just Carmen. Carmen with the average body, average hair and average face. How did i get enrolled at a school like this? One word. Money, or death. Either really, they both come into it somewhere. My dad died and he had a lot of money. A lot. It was in his Will that he wanted my to go to this school. So his wish is granted. WOO!! YAY!! (note sarcasm).
I could tell today was not going to be great. I woke up and stubed my toe on the dresser. I hobbled my way to the bathroom, i stepped in and knocked my elbow on the temperature gage turning it to a scolding temperature. I then waddled my way abck to my bedroom trying to be gently on my newly blistered feet and stubbed my toe again. SHIT...i will have to move that stupid dresser! If i dont i will have a toe the size of King Kong. I scraped my hair back into a ponytail. Im wearing a black t-shirt with new toothpaste spit on the collar (Just typical!!) and ripped jeans. I mde my way to the kitchen and nearly falling on my arse on the way down.I went to the fridge pulled out some fresh orange juice and guzzling it down. I spotted a note under the magnet stuck on the fridge:
GOOD LUCK HUNNIE!!
LOVE YOU SO MUCH CAR. X
Well, sorry mother i highly doubt that my luck will do. I slipped on my converse and darted out of the door. Each step bringing me closer to my hell. Lucky me!