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It's a meager start, but it's a start none the less! I wanted to share my start to this project with you guys and dolls, hope you enjoy it! The art is obviously not my own and would need someone to draw something for me, if anyone is interested. :)
Sally Fallacy and the Web of Lies
It's just a typical rainy day in Seattle as I make my way to school. Umbrellas and slickers are a necessity around here. It does not bode well for those in love with fashion. I personally could care less about who is wearing the latest fashions, but that’s not true of my sister who is always hogging the bathroom in the mornings. I put on clean clothes, brush my hair, make sure I have my lunch money, and I am set. If a boy is going to like me, it’s going to be for me and not the million pounds of make-up and trendy clothes.
I didn't do my homework, again. I am trying to think up a clever lie to get more time, one better than last week’s. I know I shouldn't lie, but I panic. I have a bit of reputation now, but it doesn't bother me. Who in this world is perfect anyway? It’s difficult to make it through middle school and these teachers just don’t seem to get it. Weren't they young once? My parents keep talking about when they were my age and how lucky my sister and I have it now. Lucky? Seriously, do they know the kids at this school? Do they have to put up with the scatterbrained jocks who like to flaunt their muscles? Do they have to put up with the prissy girls who you just want to find the mute button on? I could care less about who Taylor Swift’s newest song is about or what’s on sale at The Gap. Please.
What’s worse than dealing with the other kids and not fitting into a new school? The teachers. I swear, they have a degree or maybe more than one and yet they don’t seem to know what they’re talking about. I think that it should mandatory that teachers take a class on how to relate to their students. Talking to them and trying to reason with them is more difficult than doing so with my parents and that is saying something.
Oh look, I’m here. Oh joy of joys, let the fun begin!