Author: Bri

I swear it's laughing at me.

I didn't know inanimate peices of paper could be so cruel.

WHAT DOES IT WANT WITH ME?

It just sits there, taped to the locker right next to me, glaring at me whenever I need to get something.

But underneath the glare, it's laughing.

Don't doubt it.

 

As if it's not bad enough that my FRIENDS call me ugly, now it has to PROVE how ugly I am.

By not getting a date to homecoming.

That's right.

H.O.M.E.C.O.M.I.N.G.

The "Fire and Ice" sign next to my locker expresses it's hate for me quite clearly.

It knows I'm not getting a date.

It just knows it.

I don't know how, but…

Ok, yes I do.

Obviously, it caught on to how extremely undesirable I am.

Since, according to Dylan, looking at me is like pulling teeth with a knife, I'm pretty much screwed in the boys department.

Ok, so Hayley thinks I'm pretty.

Thank's plunkit, but no offense, I don't really feel like going to homecoming with you.

Like a date. Not with you, dear.

Not even SROTS.

Geez O Pete, I'm pathetic.

So here's my other predicament:

I like this guy.

He is in my GT and Spanish class.

He acctually knows my name.

I don't know if he likes me.

I want him to ask me to homecoming.

HAH, like that's gonna happen.

 But, in vain hope, I'm prettying myself up as good as I can.

I'm wearing almost clear white nail polish.

I'm going to straiten my hair.

I scrubbed my face vigourously in order to bring down my killer acne.

I am going to get up early tomarrow to do my makeup WELL.

And I'm still going to have absoulutely NO chance.

If he doesn't ask me tommarow, I'm going to try to rally a group date.

If anyone would like to attend, please let me know.

Gosh, I should just brand a huge "L" on my forehead.