Posted: 20 December 2006 at 5:23pm
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I did not feel too bad after failing that calculus test. I mean it is not as if I am planning on going to Harvard or Princeton or some other expensive school. Besides, I totally cannot afford it.
Therefore, when the bell rings to indicate that it was lunchtime, I am the first one to bolt out of class. I go over to the cafeteria and save the usual table for the guys. Jake comes over first. He has a bag of lunch and I am itching to open it. Jake's mom always packs good stuff in his lunch and he does not even bother to peek at it. What a moron! But, hey, it's his loss that I get to eat his lunch every day.
"Hey," - I say casually.
"Hey," - he says back.
Anyway, we were making a small talk, when Kelly Moore comes over. She looked like a hooker, as usual, but still guys were attracted to her, including Jake. I mean he already had a GF. Let me tell you a tad bit about Kelly Moore.
- She is a crazy moron, with no brain (oh wait, that's me) or rather common sense
- She is a total player, dates about 2 to 3 guys at the same time
- She is like the queen bee of our school
- Everyone worships her, not to mention the ground she walks on and a Kleenex she uses (gross)
- We are mortal enemies
- I hate her
- And I hate her (again, for a dramatic effect)
So, she walks in with her army of insanely stupid barbies and I am laughing my head off, because my twin sister is one of them. Can you believe that? But that is not the only reason I am laughing in front of their faces. They had the most disgustingly red tan, ever. It is like they've been in the sun way way way too much. Like they have a tomato paste on their faces. I cannot help it, if they have no conscience! So then, Kelly looks over and starts walking to our table. I would not quite call it walking, because it was more like tottering and running on her stupid red high heels.
She glares at me and asks, "What's so funny?"
"That stupid tan on your face," I say, choking back a huge burst of laughter. You should have been there to see the look on her face. Priceless. You know, dissing her is my favorite part of school. That is about the only thing motivating me to come to school. Of course that and my mom nagging.
I understand that I tend to be a little mean, sometimes, but, hey, a girl's gotta survive, right? And high school is hell. No, actually it is worse than hell, because it makes you pay twice for whatever you did in your past life.
Anyway, then she growls almost and says in this really nasty voice, "Well, at least we get a tan, unlike some other stupid little person in front of me!" That was her best? Are you kidding me? I swear this girl should be a comedian, she's so hysterically funny!!!
Then I go, just to make her even madder, "Well, you are messing with the wrong girl, honey." Then I sit back and start talking to Jake.
"I didn't know you were a girl!"- she says and starts to walk away.
"Hey, you still have your baby fats? Lose some weight already!" I shout after her. Then I knew that I really pissed her off. Well, good. The madder, the better. Oh, but don't draw the wrong conclusion, I was not looking for a fight. I just wanna return the favor.
She slowly turns around and smiles at me this bitter smile. "Why would I work out, when I could get like, liposuction or something?" Ok, then I really burst out laughing. And this time, Jake is with me. We high-five each other and for a second I think we are going to die laughing. Even Michaela was smiling. Why does she even hang out with that creep, anyway?
"You are going to regret this!" with those words she took off, with her army following.
So, you probably noticed that I am not too much into details. Like, I don't describe every single person you encounter in this story and I think that's better, because that leaves you the important job of creating them.
But, I'll go through the trouble of describing myself. My name is Cassandra Ryder. I live in Chapell Hill, North Carolina. I am 5'7, 17 years old, a junior at Creston Dew High School (that's in Chapell Hill, North Carolina). I like swimming, playing my guitar, skateboarding, being the best sarcastic-self that I can be, sleeping and sometimes reading (it calms me down). I have short black hair(but unfortunately my hair dye is fading out and it's more like brown but I first dyed it black, so I think I'm gonna have to dye it again), blue eyes(I hate my blue eyes, I wish I had green eyes) and I am an incredibly messy person. My room is very messy, you can't even see the floor. I have at least 5 skateboards but my best one is a red one with the words "Pain is in your mind" written on the bottom with white block letters. Its name is Junior.
I am insanely crazy, I know, I've heard it just about a thousand times every day of my miserable life. And as far as fashion goes, I don't give a shit about it. I don't care, unlike my sister who obsesses in front of the mirror for about an hour or so before going to school, I throw on the first thing that comes into my hands. I really don't care what other people think about me. Also, I don't own anything that is pink, for the simple reason that I hate the color pink. I also don't own a skirt, because I hate skirts. I like shorts, capris and pants. Simple. I don't wear jewelries, but I'm a sucker for nice bracelets. Blah-blah-blah, skip through the boring part.
Now about my family. I live with my mom and dad and my twin sister- Michaela (she's the angel and I'm the devil, in case you haven't noticed). I also have two brothers -David's in college and Lucas is in 6th grade.
My mom is a private high-school geography teacher. Shocked? Well, here's more, my dad used to be a university professor at Berkeley, California. Both my parents are teachers and I still manage to fail academically. Its hard wok. My dad then moved here and got married and all that cheesy stuff, but he won't tell me why. Anyway, he now is the CEO of this new bank that's supposedly the best one around here. Ok blah-blah-blah, again skip through the boring parts.
Oh, did I mention that I have asthma? Yeah, I do. But that's not too bad, actually, you get to skip some of gym time because I get excused from it for having an asthma. Not that I don't like gym, in fact I love football and soccer, it's the teacher that I hate. He is so so so conceited!!!