Sometimes I get annoyed real easily. Like in English class for example. English class is my favorite subject and kids in my class tend to ruin it for me. I’m not a nerd who wears glasses and is a legal midget and has mousy brown hair that makes you look utterly pathetic. Okay well I just lied right there because I am all of the above. I am the epitome of loser. There is only one thing different about me though. I don’t like math like half the school assumes. I love the English language. I actually tried speaking in Iambi Pentameter all day once and enjoyed it even though it pissed people off hey that was half the fun. My English teacher, Mr. Figs, actually gave me extra credit.

Mr. Figs is a strange little man with a squeaky falsetto and a mousy hairdo that competes with mine. His beard is totally unkempt and students actually make fun of him, usually the ghetto girls in the back of the room who can’t even speak English and frankly don’t want to learn it.

I have more shocking news for you. I am not a straight-A student. I am failing one class. I have A’s in everything BUT U.S. History 2. Yep. I am failing the easiest class in the High School Agenda. All you do is take notes, watch documentaries, and take quizzes and tests. How is that hard you ask? Um well some people, including myself, have memorizing issues. I don’t even know my own telephone number by heart, its always kept in my left back jean’s pocket in case of an emergency. You still don’t believe I’m a nerd?

I know nerdy people usually love math and I definitely do enjoy the subject but I am NOT going around and calculating random things with mental math the way Cady Harren does in Mean Girls. I just get fascinated by the numbers and stuff. I can’t memorize the formulas though like I said memorization and I don’t dwell on the same planet.

My best friend Macy is more of the Cady type. She has glasses too and is more nerdy than I am. She has Straight A’s in everything and wears clothing bought from anywhere some is probably from thrift shops. She always wears her hair in ponytails too and it makes me giggle because the ties that she uses never match. Its not only that they are not the same but she will wear a red turtle neck sweater with jeans and then she’ll have a purple tie in one pony tail and a green tie in the other. It’s the funniest thing that you will ever see. Her glasses are square also. Mine are oval shaped and have blue frames. Hers have orange frames.

Despite her eccentricities Macy is still the best friend I will ever have. She’s funny, not just because of her looks though that is part of it, she’s got a GREAT personality complete with honesty, wit and hyperactive moments (those are interesting), and lastly she was the first person to talk to me on the first day of high school when I was left friendless and clueless in a new town and city.

My parents picked the worst time to move. My dad decided to get a new job right at the beginning of high school. Okay I guess its better than right in the middle of it but still. It was pretty bad but then I met Macy in the entrance way of the school and nothing could have been better. She introduced me to all the other friends that she had that were just as nerdy and just as strange and I have been fitting in just fine and don’t honestly care what others think of me.

Another weird thing about me is that I don’t listen to music. Okay I listen to music just not what the general teenage populus listens to. While they’re listening to rock, rap, or country I’m listening to the classical music. My favorite composer is Mozart. He is seriously the bomb and I am not afraid to say so.

Anyway to tune you up I am seventeen and I am in my Junior year in High School and it stinks! Why? Well that would be because I take AP everything, well except for History because that would just destroy me. I take AP Calc, AP Bio, AP Chemistry, AP English (best class). I don’t take a language because I already completed four years of German and French and am fluent in each. German is fun to talk in and I often have full conversations with Macy in it at lunch and it annoys our friends and makes us laugh and giggle.

My relationship status (come on isn’t it obvious?) is single! I am proud of it because I have accepted that I am eccentric and idiosyncratic with my too short jeans and my flat and plain shirts. But there is one thing I have not accepted because I don’t understand it at all.

In ninth grade when I first started at Emerson High I met a boy. He was sitting behind me in English class and we were always partners and always worked in the same group. This wasn’t by free will of course. If he had it his way he would have gone with his friends. I was an embarrassment to him from day one. Our conversations were stiff and short lived. He’s a skater and his name is Reynolds, Phillip Reynolds. He has long black hair that makes him look a little feminine but I don’t care. He has his hair tied back in a ponytail most of the time He is a good foot or so taller than me seeing as I am a legal midget and he has the most beautiful eyes that don’t really have an exact shade. One moment they’re green and the next they’re brown.

To sum him all up he is godly. Most of my friends think I’m foolish for falling for him but I did fall, head over heels. I hate love but it was just there…first it was nothingness and oblivion and then POOF, voila a magical unspoken attraction!

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