Juliette

ONE

Picking apart the frayed threads of my scratchy uniform skirt always seemed to help pass the time. There wasn't much to do in Mrs. Barbosa's class anyways, seeing as she would always spend her time with her bulbous nose stuffed in a tabloid during classes. I didn't really mind, though. I'd much rather have nothing to do than be overloaded with work. 

I am a little disappointed, seeing as english is one of my favourite subjects. I thoroughly enjoy reading and dissecting literature. I'm even quite keen on essay writing. I've just always grown up a reader, spending my free time reading instead of playing outside with my friends. "It'll benefit you in the long run, sweetheart", my mom used to tell me. "Those kids will wish they had a brain like yours."

I guess she was right. My bookworm attitudes have landed me in all AP classes of a very renowned private school my mother enrolled me in. Smaller classes, qualified professors, and uniforms. It almost makes me feel like I'm in university, despite me only being 17. The kids at my school are all at the same education level as me, however I can't say that their ego is any smaller than their IQ.  

There are two types of girls who go to Westwood; the dweeby, always in her studies type, and the "Daddy's money gets me anything I want!" type. I don't really have much against them, I just have one problem with that. I don't fit into either of those categories.