The Worst School Ever

Preface

Intro-

My life was normal like any other. I only had one parent but my dad acted as the mom sometimes. We normally moved to a new town every year. Right when my school year ended we moved to another town, got me registered, and then off to my new school. I was used to it, though, I rarely made friends. I didn’t feel like I needed them so I didn’t care.

The main reason we moved so much was because of my dad’s job. People would think he had the best job because he made so much money, wrong. All he did was a hair and make-up stylist. That’s why I thought he was a mom sometimes because naturally, guys aren’t as girly as my dad was. He would go to a store and name the brand of any make-up or hair things, right off the bat. He isn’t much of a parent as I would wish but… yeah. He always fussed over how I looked more than how I felt, so lately I don’t smile much. How could I when there isn’t much to smile about?

Yes, sad but true, I wasn’t a person who worried about stuff like; “OH! My hair went flat!” or “OH! My make-up rubbed off! I need more!” I hated people who worry about that. I'm more a basketball shorts wearing, big t-shirts loving, and black converse type. The only thing I flip out about not having or wearing it wrong are my converse (I own at least 8 pairs) or big t-shirts. I see people going around that turned big t’s into cute! Tying them with a hairband or rolling up the sleeves! It ticks me off.

One other thing, my hair… well it’s been 3 months since I got it cut. It’s down to my butt and it’s parted on the right side. I normally wear it in a pony-tail. Now I know what you’re thinking, what's my face look like? My dad always told me I have smooth skin and pretty eyes. I agree to an extent. I wash my face and wax like other people but other than that… I sometimes consider myself to be a guy. Well I am flat chested… hey! No making fun! I may be 17 but I am a 24 B, aint that enough?

So I figured out where I'm going for my next school. I'm going to a one with… (Dramatic music!) Uniforms! Ugh! Kills me that I have to be like the other nerdy, uniform, freaks in this lame world. No offence to those who like them… well I was talking to my dad a week before school started and got him to agree to my request. He’s a softy for the puppy dog eyes… anyway, I decided if I am going to wear a uniform, no skirts. I hate skirts more than a fat guy hates veggies! So starting the first day of school I am going to wear a guy’s uniform. That right you heard me, a guy’s uniform. I may be flat chested but my hair is long so hopefully I won’t be mistaken for a guy… Wish me luck!