4pm Thursday, January 8
Some guy in art called me a loser.
Then a different idiot boy in math said I need to lower my dating standards.
Finally, yet another idiot guy called me flat-chested in bio.
Yeah, confident babe over here.
8:37pm
I had a weird little dream two seconds ago, a teenage boy was whispering in my ear, "So have gum balls been here?"
That doesn't make any sense, but it sounded really sexy. I'm not saying who it was, because that's who I roll.
And for two days now this senior, who is kinda nerdy but so sweet, has been giving me half a pack of gum. Odd? Yes. Nice? Also yes.
During lunch this afternoon, Jake gave me a whole pineapple, and Scarlet cut it up. It was yum. I love pineapples. She fisted the pineapple carcass.
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Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
