“do you think i’m sort of…dorky?” i looked at my friend curiously,awaiting her answer.we were walking through the caf, heading to the vending machines.
“uhm….no. why would you ask that?” annicka stopped walking, gave me a good look, and raised an eyebrow.”am i dorky or something?”
“no…i was just wondering.” i started to go off toward one of the machines.
“kay…thats random. ooooo look! they’ve got butterfinger today…” she dug her hand into her (knock off) chanel bag to search for some change.
about now…i started to tune out. because…i had other things on my mind,and as i looked over at the homecoming ticket booth i remembered.
like mitchell. parker.
and why he-nor anyone else-is asking me to homecoming.
because i’m gorgeous. and people tell me this all the time…my friends do anyway.
but i slump over when i walk,and my glasses are always falling off, and (i’m sort of afraid of people in general. how loser is that?)
why do i even care?????
i seriously need to get a life.