"I'm the lamest lame duck there could be." - George C. Wallace
Prologue
I sighed, tapping my pencil on my desk, wondering if you even knew I existed. With my nerdy glasses, combat boots and ripped up jeans, had you ever even once looked at me? Or was I some weird girl you saw right through?
Sara nudged my arm and gestured towards the teacher, Mrs. Figg. She stared at me, blank eyes and thin lips curled down. I sat up straight, snapped back to reality and whisperd, "Yes?"
"Miss Smith, I asked you how we solve this equation!" Mrs. Figg shouted, tapping the board ferociously with her pointer.
I leaned back and slid into my chair, her wide eyes boring into my brain. "Umm . . ."
"No wonder they put you in this class." Mrs. Figg muttered. And with that, she went straight back to teaching us all Algebra 2, forcing a fake smile over her cheeks.
Some year this'll be, huh . . .
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Confessions From a Freak
Teen FictionAnabel Smith is your typical teenage freak. Through the bustling hallways of this young girl's school, she faces awkward moments between her "dream guy", encounters some bitchy times with her enemies and torture from her teachers. And her remedy for...
