9:04pm
Hello. God no, that's way to poncy. Yo. That's even worse, I sound like one of the chavs on the estate by Tesco. Hey, that's a good one. So basically, this is some crappy journal thing my Spanish teacher has set all of her classes to do. It's total rubbish but I have to do it because technically speaking, it's homework. Wooo fun times. Ms Goran thinks we're 'bottling up our true emotions and thoughts and that's causing major negativity in her classroom' and she hates negativity. But for some unknown reason, she didn't stop to think it could have something to do with the FOUR homework's she set that we were all up doing until God knows when because, you know, we're teenagers with social lives therefore leave homework until as late as possible. Anyway, I should probably stop my rant (there'll be a lot of them, you've been warned) and tell you all about myself. Not that I'm that interesting. I'm 15 (almost 16 guys, three weeks to go), have long luscious blonde hair and green eyes that sparkle in the right lighting. I'm tall and have abs from all the gym sessions I do and my skins olive from all the holidays to the Mediterranean.
LOL SIKE. Only one of those facts is true, I'm 15. My hair and eyes are actually the same shade of brown that you get when you mix all the paints together in art class. Don't tell me you haven't either, everyone with more than three brain cells has. I'm sure as hell not tall, neither do I have abs. Although I wish I did. And my skins lightly tanned. Oh, I defiantly haven't been to the Mediterranean either, in fact the only holiday I've ever been on with my family is camping in a field in Devon. Which was very fucking wet and very fucking muddy if you're wondering.
Let me tell you a bit about my family since we're on that subject at the moment. My parents are divorced. I ohhhh so wish I could tell you it happened recently and that it was so traumatising that the schools hottest boy felt sorry for me and fell in love with me. But that would be a major lie since it happened when I was 6 and was literally over two -very stupid- things.
1) my dad kept leaving the cap off the toothpaste and the toilet seat up in the morning
2) my mum drinks Tetley tea and my dad drinks Twinings.
So yes, my parents got divorced over some tea bags. However, this is Britian and we take our tea very seriously.
(I drink PG Tips)
- Kyla
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People I Hate and Things I Don't Like To Do
Teen FictionThe thoughts, lists and rants of a British teenager. 15 year old Kyla is having a right time of it, schools sucking big time, her brothers gone on a bender and her mums swearing at the blender. Again.
