my locker=evil. which is why I was late enough for the bus that there were no empty seats and only 2 seats that werent full. so I had a choice between a scary ninth grade girl or a scary ninth grade boy. someone (Jinae) shoved me in with the girl. so picture me: a silent, blond haired, short, incesnce burning, eighth grade out cast. now her: 5.5 feet, died black hair, supper popular, way to loud, ect.
if youve never been to a small suburban town's jr. high, thank god. they tend to be breeding grounds for homophobics like tonsils are for strep. meeaning Serina, the black-haired trashey girl is leaning out the window yelling to some poor kid that hes a fag. I was ready to puke. but what could I do? she's twice my size and age. (not raelly but STILL...)
joy.