I sit up on my bed, waking up before sunrise again. I clutch my forehead in pain; I have a splitting migraine. Again. These late night parties will kill me someday.
Standing up, I totter towards the dressing table for aspirin. I pop a pill in my mouth and wait for its effect. I look at myself again and sigh; the dark circles are getting worse.
I look around at my room, at the state of mess it is in. Dirty piles of clothes on the floor, makeup cosmetics littering my dressing table and assorted collections of pen caps on my bed-so these were hurting me last night? Should have cleaned the bed before sleeping.
You were too drunk to do so.
Yeah whatever. I then look at my study table - my pride and the only place in my room which is clean - spotlessly clean. The books are meticulously arranged according to their size and every pen is in its place.
My desk, to be honest, looks like a work of art.
Hi. My name is Jen, 17 and I have a razor-sharp brain and memory. I am super intelligent and a very bright student. My passion is Physics and I despise French and English. Ask me anything and I will spit my answer at your face before you are even able to ogle at me.
Oh shit, my bad. My description must have made you feel that I am a science geek or something. Oh, no. I'm not a science geek.
I am a - clears throat -hot blond cheerleader. Hope that makes things clear.