The story xD
So have you ever talked to your continence like I don't know like it was ALIVE!
If so then great you have total access to my mind and world (woohoo great right... Yeah not really). Anywho I guess your tired of my yapping... Get used to it. Well here goes nothing.
Hello people who have nothing to do and just sit here and listen to me talk about my boring and so predictable life.
Names Kimberly Anne Crawford but if you are going to talk to me you better call me Kim ( I mean it )... Understood good.
My age hm... The truth is that I stopped counting when I was 13... Give me a sec don't feel like counting so I'll ask my mom
"Mom"
No reply...
"Mom!"
Nothing...
"MOM!"
Still nothing... I mean really... soon my head will blow because of this screaming... Or my throat is going to be sore... Either way she better respond this time.
"MOTHER!"
I hear footsteps. Such a slow pace come on are you that old...
"I heard you the first time Kimberly. So stop yelling. You are not royalty, so don't act like it!" Ann my mother yells, from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, sure, great... Anyway the reason why I called you-"
"You screamed not called..." Gosh why does she have to interrupt, can't she listen first...Sheesh people these days.
"Fine I screamed you over here...(better) to find out how old am I"
"Kim, I will not remember everything for you forever" and again with these lectures.
Really, she should already know that I can take care of myself... When the time comes that is. But now is not the time for me to worry about such stupid stuff as age.
"So um.. How old am I?" Now I interrupted her
She looked up at me in defeat. "19" she said and walked away
Right so I'm 19 years old.
What else can I say... I'm not hm... I'm not...like everybody else.
Yeah that's it I am not like anyone in my school, neighborhood, or family. Do I have a lot of friends... Nope.
Why? Easy... They are annoying snobby, pricks. Maybe not all of them.
There are the cheerful ones... I hate them (weirdly enough I have a awesome friend who is like that) then there are the cheerleaders... One word whores wait make that two whores and sluts.
Next we have the nerds, I have a friend who's one of them he's... Ok.
The goths and emo's are like in the same group. I had a friend who was a goth...
She's dead now . Well now the popularity group, well do I have to say much, they are rich, snobby pricks who's daddy's and mummy's get them EVERYTHING!
Funny thing is that I dated a few of those pricks and I did not mind at all... And NO I did not date them for their money...
Just their power.
See they are NOT my type at all but they have something that draws me like a magnet to them.
They can look at someone lets name him mr.x, they can look at mr.x and make him give them everything he owns and then kisses their feet (not joking, I saw it with my very own eyes) and scurries away like some dog who has been yelled at and kicked out of the house.
Ok now next group the dancers, singers, musicians, artists all mixed together. You know like a freak show all in one. But I have to say that they are talented.
Next the so called jocks. Eh... Don't feel like wasting my time on them.
Um... Oh the no ones, they are the people who don't fit in any of these groups. Except me...
I don't fit in any off the groups but I sit with any group I like. why? I don't know...
Sometimes I sit with one of my boyfriends then my friends another time with some stranger then with my enemy (got loads of them).
I just realized that I never sit alone huh... Weird.
Knowing myself I must of missed some of the groups but I just don't really care anymore I want to stop introducing you to my life and finally LIVE!
I'm no really good at telling people who I am... I guess I'll have to show you. Hold on to your seats this is one hell of a ride.