Okay...I know my name sucks. My full name is Lorelai Wysteria Faraway, and it sorta suits me, but the wisecracks are incredibly irritating. They're not even funny, but, of course, Harry seems to think so. Ah, Harry... Brain the size of a peanut and the volcabulary of a lemming. Why did such good looks have to be wasted on such a dimwitted jerk? He and his cronies are always going around the school, making fun of the girls. Not that he doesn't have girlfriends; he has tons. And it's always those blonde cheerleader bimbo girls who wear the short skirts and little tight zip ups, too Still, I'm glad I don't have a crush on him, because he would break my heart.
Before I continue, I must tell you about myself. I am thirteen years old, and I live in New York. I am about... 5"4, and I am very thin. My hair is brown and straight, and my eyes are brown, too, like chocolate. My two best friends at school are Dawn and Tina. They are both pretty and smart, unlike me. I can barely scrape a pass in Maths, but for some strange reason they put me in the top class. I can do the sums, but not quickly.
Unfortunately, I have a crush on a boy I have a snowball's chance in hell with. His name is Reese, and he is in the year above me. I talk to him like all the time. We like the same music, same subjects, same everything! Today he said he liked my new baseball boots and I almost keeled over with pleasure (not literally, because that would be weird, but then again, so am I so it doesn't matter)
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