Each girl in my old class from the past two years has a line. I dare you to guess which one I am.
There's the girl with the vampire teeth
And the one with the absolutely flawless hair
There's the girl who used to live in America
And the one I really hate, that pretends to actually care
Another one's a loner, sits reading all on her own
The next is the class clever, with red rimmed Prada glasses
Tall, thin, blonde, perfect (anorexic)
Nice smile, cold eyes, athletic body, loud, bouncy, miss-popular-so-perfect
Again one of the cold girls, with a stereotypical name
And the one who says she's always right
And the shy one that everyone likes, with gentle smiles and covered hair
Small stature, not the prettiest on the outside, stick around - she'll give you a surprise
Chopped locks used to hide this girl's mismatched eyes
Flitting, flinching, non touchable, pinching, Siamese eyes - never wanted to be Chinese
Show off, Daddy's little girl, darling daughter, of everything had two (they're not your friends, they laugh at you)
Short, smiley, sporty, tanned
Funny, freaky, fantastic, bad heritage, don't tell them your real name, such a shame
Glasses, earrings, flower in the hair, plait down the back, eyes clouded with despair
She loves, hockey, loves a laugh,
Curvy blonde, thick lenses, mind wanders, freckles pending
And they don't want to split us up, says you.
God - get on with it - down with Lower Four Double-you.