My High School FantasyEveryone knows your name. The boys from the other schools come to Newark just to try to get with you. Football hunks dump their girlfriends for you. And those jealous bimbos? They can't do squat to you. Just another day in a high school fantasy.
"Stella, wanna go out with me?"
His friends snickered at the pain he was about to experience.Classic. This is why people shouldn't have assholes as friends.
"Nope." I said,and walked away. Annie caught up to me.
"Are you sure you don't want to go out with Joey? He's really likes you. It'd be mean if you didn't consider him as a good boyfriend, I mean, he is pretty good-looking..." she said in a fake, cheery voice.
Huh. Jealous, much? No worries though, I knew how to handle it.
"I know. Can you make it less mean by going out with him for me?" I asked innocently.
Annie's face blanked. "Um, you want me to do that? I don't really like him though." She was happy enough to jump out of her pants and grow a mustache.
What a terrible liar."But it would be sooo nice of you if you could do that for me!" I whined.
"Oh... okay I'll do it for you." Annie blurted out.
I squealed and hugged her. "Thank you so much! You're the best friend ever!" Not.
"Okay... so, I'm gonna go talk to him." she said, eager to be with Joey.
"'Kay byeee. Ily!"I said sweetly. Stupidest conversation ever. I slid my bag onto my shoulder and walked to my car and got in.
I didn't use to be like this. In eighth grade, I was pretty much an ugly, fat pig. I wasn't good at school. I hated everything around me and I was always jealous of the pretty popular girls that hung out together afterschool every single effing day. But enough about that. I decided that since I wasn't going to ever be smart, I should just focus on my looks. Then when I grew up, I would marry some oil tycoon and live my happily ever after. Sounds stupid right? I knew it. But I really don't care.
So how did I get the way I am now? The summer after eighth grade, I went to a friggin boot camp. My parents practically cried the day I came back. They thought I got plastic surgery or something. Then I told them my plan. After some objection, they came to realize that it was the best way for me to get a happy ending. Talk about awesome parents.
So now, here I am, sitting in my car, driving home. I know you probably think I’m a stupid brat, but just pretend you are me and everything will go fine. After all, this is a high school fantasy.
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