First day of highschool.
Me: *in the car, on the way.* Holy stuff.
I'm gonna die.
Me: I fogot to say bye to my cat.
Me: I FORGOT TO SAY BYE TO WITTY.
Me: I LOVE YOU WITTY!
Me: I'M SO SORRY!
Me: *looks at reflection of myself in car
window.* Ew, I'm so ugly.
Me: *finally there.*
Me: *gets outta car.*
Me: Oh crotch. SO. MANY. PEOPLE.
Me: Did I just say oh crotch? I did, didn't
I?
Me: Thank God, I said that in my head. No one
heard it but me.
*guy smiles at me.*
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: He heard me.
*goes inside.*
Me: Where the heck do i go?
Me: Ou, that guy is actually attractive.
Me: ... And he has a girlfriend.
Me: She's so ugly. What does he see in
her?
Me: Who am I kidding she's gorgeous.
Me: Ohhkay. Wheres my locker.. Oh found it.
Me: Stupid lock. Open. OPEN. OPEN GODDAMMIT. Oh
thankyou.
Me: Okay now to my first class.. Gym.
Me: You have got to be kidding me.
*class finally ends.*
Me: Kay now art class. I HAVE FRIENDS IN THAT
CLASS.
Me: Cute guy.
Me: Okay, focus Aly.
Me: A senior is checking me out.
Me: Don't look. Don't look. Don't
look.
Me: He's pretty cute.
Me: Why the heck did I look?
Me: And now he's following me. Great.
Me: Judy Moody should have prepared me for
this.
Me: lol, Easy A.
Me: WHY YOU SO PRETTY EMMA STONE?
Me: Well Taylor Swift prepared me for this. I
guess.
Me: Idk. Oh well.
*gets to art class.*
*lunch*
Me: English class.
Me: My teacher has an accent. Wtf?
Me: I'm so tired. *slowly falls asleep.*
*class ends.*
Me: Math class.
*steps into the class.*
Me: OH MY GOD! MY BESTIE IS IN THIS CLASS!
Me: Ou, cute guy.
Me: He looks like Zayn Malik.
Me: Yum.
*school ends.*
Me: Well that wasn't too bad.
And, yes that senior who checked me out still does.
And, yes he does follow me.
