Oh, I'm totally a popular.
Nah. Kidding.
I was one of the ones the popular kids would call a weirdo. Though to be fair, everyone in my year did know me and I'd spoken to them all at some point, so I guess that is a kind of popularity. Anyway, weirdo. I don't give a shit. I'd lie on my friends in the common room, walk around school holding my friends hand, tell everyone I was going to marry them. I had a guy pick me up, tip me upside down and pretend to throw me in the bin once because I nicked his hat and hid it up my jacket. Yeah, I was that girl. The one most people are like, 'WEIRD CHILD AHEAD'. But I was cool with it. I like being different. I like it that people don't know what I'm going to do next.
I don't go to school anymore. I left. But I reckon if I was still there, I'd probably still be that girl that people don't quite know what to think of me. It's good to be different.
Moral of this: Be different, yo.
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30 Day Challenge
Non-FictionA 30 Day challenge to reveal myself in some super in-depth mini note type things. I don't know how to describe it. When you read it, you'll understand I guess.
