Here goes:
‘Hello, Sophomore Year…’
Wait. Who am I kidding? Why should this year be any different from the other years I’ve been stuck in this god-forsaken town? ‘It shouldn’t’, would be the simple answer. But that’s me. Lynn Marie Skatelli, always looking for the complicated solution, always hoping my life wouldn’t suck more than it already does. God, I’m hopeless.
Not even realizing what I was doing, I groaned out loud. A freshman passing me gave me this, ‘Ah! Older person making funny, incoherent noises” look. And don’t forget the screaming and running away part. That’s the best. But, of course we know that doesn’t happen except in horror movies where that damsel in distress character won’t…stop…screaming(Slight shudder placed here)…Anyway, the best he could come up with without looking like a complete idiot was awkwardly pushing into the crowd, trying, and then failing, to get away from me stealthily. One word: Fabulous. And if you’re a complete moron, and can’t keep up with a story that hasn’t even begun, that word is dripping with sarcasm.
I trudged into that school, scowling. Not that the whole scowling thing was even the school’s fault in the first place. I happen to quite enjoy school (It’s the only thing I excel in). No, my scowl could be entirely blamed on the people milling around me. With all their little lives, gossips, and hormones. Excuse me while I puke.
 Miss Toxica · Wed Jul 18, 2007 @ 02:02am · 1 Comments |
