My current sickening life (Blog 1)

In case anybody's wondering, I went to the shittiest school in my town for a year, and it was the worst year of my life. All my life I've been bullied, and that school was the one place where I didn't do my fucking work, smoked pot, and had friends. Socially I was set for good, but academically, I was fucked. My parents decided to move me to a prissy-ass private school just outside of my town. 

Here's the story of my fucking life since I moved schools.

I've always loved being the quiet and unspoken mystery girl of my school, well I was that for about two fucking days. Of course my dumb-ass managed to fish out the hottest guy in school on the spot, who, you guessed it, turned out to be the love of my life. I guess you could say I do well under pressure?

So here I am, looking emo as fuck, books in hand, walking into school, when I'm stopped by a tall brunette boy with shaggy hair.

"We're allowed baggy pants!?", He gasps.

I look at him, confused for a minute, and then I look down at his pants.

"Oh you poor soul" I giggle, looking him up and down.

He fans out his pants, and chuckles,

"My mom forced me to wear the uniform pants, I guess I'll go thrifting for some baggy ones now that I know they're allowed"

I scope out the front of the school, bracing myself for the next six hours.

"Cool, cool" I mutter, distracted.

I slowly peel off, walking into school. I pull out my phone and open 'Nyan Cat Simulator', when all of a sudden, I hear shuffling behind me.

I turn around to see a tall blonde walking past me, and then turning around, staring me down as he walks past me again.

Groups start to shuffle into their assigned pods, and I walk over to what looks like the Grade 7 pod, but is actually the Grade 9 pod.

'Jeez, these can't be Grade 9s, they all look like pussies'

I sit down at the near head of the table, the classroom is an open hall of tables, each table assigned to a pod, and each pod, assigned to a grade.

As I'm organizing my stuff, I look up to see the same blonde boy peering at me from another table across the hall.

'That must be the Grade 10s pod'

The Grade 9 homeroom teacher approaches the table, introducing himself and signalling to the start of his introduction.

I tune everything out and focus on the blonde boy across the hall.

'This is going to be an interesting year'