Monday, 24 September 2007
02:54:44 AM (GMT)
We. I . Me. Theres a start. Anyway, I was torn from my school, where grades didn't
matter and we got to sit in bean bags all day, and thrown at the foot of a sand stone
building, where preps run wild and no ones has herd of the word Music. Man! I have a
lot of work to do. Starting with ever "Dazzling" (Sarcasticness) Darcy Marxs. She
Is, Will be the nastiest eight grader I have ever met. She made my first day
so....."Special". Next on the list, Jake, the about most anoying kid ever! he needs a
small attitude ajustment........ 3: Connie, The girl to sweet for her own
good......Darcy called her a stupid fat nerd.... she said thank you....THANK YOU. Not
that she needs mutch help..... I feel like A interior designer... heading off to my
Welcome to the Story of Kally(ME!) The girl, willing to change the world.
Day one, The first day of school...A.K.A. The day of DARCY!
As I walked threw the halls for the first time, I felt about a zillion pairs of eyes
burning fixes upon me. YES, I have blue hair, GET OVER IT. It was short, I had it
in pig tails, my bangs feel over my eyes. It was the only way it looked nice.....no
that it looked nice with it like that anyway. It was my first day of eigth grade, and
I could tell off the bat it was not going to be a good day....