Nerd vs. Geek

Chapter 1

I put on my glasses once I reached my destination.

I looked in the mirror and gasped.

The creature staring back at me looked like a brown haired hairy mammoth with makeup spread all over its face.

I groaned.

Could this day possibly get any worse?

Yes it can.

While trying to brush my long hair out evenly, the hairbrush got stuck on a knot and wouldn't budge. Oh my Lordie Jesus!

Going through my mom's purse, I tried everything I could to get the hairbrush out. I even asked Jimmy when I pushed him off the bed to help. He nearly yanked my head off! Looking down at the last object in mom's purse, I decided on what I would do.

Regretfully, I brought the sharp edges to the brim of the brush and cut. The brush fell to the floor with a long 'thwunk'

I almost cried when I looked back up at the reflection against. Hurriedly I snipped at my other pieces of hair, but it only made it look worse.

My once, long beautiful brown hair was cut to just below my jaw. I looked awful. And my natural highlights weren't helping either.

I dumped my dead hair into the trash and rushed to my suitcase, in hopes of finding a hat to cover my shame, before my parents woke up. Finding a grey cap, I shoved it onto my head and changed into suitable clothing for today.

Once finished, I looked at the mirror and I felt uncommonly at peace. The hat contrasted well with my now uneven hair. Even though I still wanted to cringe at the how short it now was.

Making my way out of the room, I took the elevator down to the first floor. I let my nose lead my to the delicious smelling food.

I grabbed a plate and got 2 cinnabons, 2 pancakes, 2 cups (One was filled with water while the other was filled with orange juice), 2 scoops of scrambled eggs, 2 brownies, and 2 sugar cookies.

Call me crazy. I don't care. I LOVE SUGARY KINDS OF FOOD. Also I am fascinated with the number 2.

My family soon joined me a few minutes after starting to eat my food. Of course mom cringed at the site of my disaster and scolded me for not asking her to help me. Dad didn't notice a thing, and Jimmy laughed like it was the most hilarious thing in the world.

Soon after Jimmy and I raced back to the hotel room.

Who won?

Well, what can I say. Ladies first, always, except for this one occasion, and all the other times that I have dared him to race against me.

After a few hours of watching the news Dad told us to get ready to leave.

We grabbed our bags and packed them in our car.

Our car is so small. Can't we just get a bigger, fancier one like an RV or a stretch limo?

Once we were all situated we started to head to our new home in Georgia.

I put my ear-buds in my ear and listened to Blue Swede.

I felt Jimmy poke me in the side.

"Ouch! That hurt Jimmy!" I whisper-yelled.

He just smiled in reply.

I turned back to looking out the window hoping he wouldn't poke me again.

He poked me. . . again.

I quickly turned around and started to torture him... using the Chinese torture.

He laughed so loudly which made me keep on torturing him.