That title had sarcasm written all over it.
I guess it can be fab sometimes.
Like when Mum brought home Halo 4. That was awesome times a million. Sexiest game ever!
Jealous that my brother got a Halo 4 t-shirt and I didn't though...
OK, let's start over. I'm Yasmin. I'm 13 (14 in five days!) and I go to Bishop Challoner Girls School. Nice to meet you! I actually love meeting new people, but the ones I have met are... let's just not go there.
Age: 14 in five
School: Bishop Challoner
Hopeful Future Occupation: Lawyer
Hair Colour: Gingerish. It used to be dyed red but it faded and now I have gingerish, blondeish, mousey brown hair.
Eye Colour: Very boring dark brown.
When I got home ten minutes ago, I found my brother Ryan sleeping. But no Mum. I wonder where she is?
I want to play Halo 4 but I don't want to wake Ryan up... Poo.
I got a commendation for my homework in Geography. How weird is that? I'm a nerd. My work's always been better at home. Mum helps me a lot. Especially because she has a ton of resources like books and stuff. I really wanted to show this card to her. How sad. She'll be pleased, I bet.
Goodness, don't I sound miserable? This is NOT how I want to be!
...Should I start over?
Even though I really want to play it, I'm not going to get my DS from upstairs and play Phoenix Wright.
I really like that game too much.
Is this why I have no friends?
Am I beyond Pathetico Land?
I don't need to worry about my friendlessness though. I'm moving schools after Christmas and I'll meet nicer people there. I've had a lot of hassle from my current school (and so has Mum). Bullying, psychological damage... stuff. I used to be really happy, until I took an arrow to the knee.
Just kidding. I used to be such a nice girl. But I got bossed around so much by a girl in my class called India, I became bitter. So I yelled and swore at her and got into trouble. It's a vicious cycle that only comes round to me. It's so biased. I've cried so many times over what has happened these past two years.
I was told I needed to go to anger management classes, that I was a horrible and nasty girl... What about India though? Why is she perfect? She started it when she got it into her head that she was superior. I swear, the next time she tells me I will fail my GCSE's, I will kill her. She's so rude and annoying but yet she's treated like the Queen.
My T.A's always take her side... Saying stuff like, "Yasmin! That's just nasty! India's only giving you friendly advice!" Friendly advice. Really. Since when is yelling at someone they're too slow to get to lessons and telling them they'll fail in life 'friendly advice'? I'll never be happy at school until I change schools.
It's not my fault I'm slow, by the way. My wheelchair is utter mierda and it goes really slow, at snail's pace, even on the highest speed.
Mum mystery solved. She came mumming in just now, and she loved the commendation card. She was grumbling on about her trip to Westfield. She really hates that place.
She said, "I went out to look for a punch bag thing for Ryan."
"I'll tell you what: I got to Westfield at half one."
Muy bueno! Mum's offered to get Chinese for dinner since she doesn't feel like cooking. Yummy! Screw school, I'm awesome and NOT mad like everyone says I am!