Author's note: I logged in with nothing to put up so I wrote this in the doc manager. LIKE A BOSS. It may or may not be continued. But for now I'll leave it open to suggestions and potential updates.
Life is a Croc
My name is Sarah Jessica Jezebel Meyer.
I am 17 going on 18 and a popular cheerleader at Gotham High. My hair is flowing and long and so perfectly golden it looks like God took a piss on my head and out sprouted these majestic locks. My eyes are blue as the ocean and twice as full of life. I have a loving family who worships me like the perfect daughter I am. Because I am a perfect daughter.
It's not my fault I was born a goddamn Mary-Sue.
I never asked to be perfect and wonderful and live an obscenely mundane exciting life.
I hate perfect.
I hate my life.
Let's get one thing straight right now: I hate my fucking miserably perfect life! OK?
I can't image what my happy little family and friends would be doing right now if they knew where I was and what I was doing. OK, maybe I have some inkling. They'd probably be shitting themselves is what they'd probably be doing.
I'm going to do the worst, most horrible, most horrific, most awful, baddest, foulest, terriblest goddamn thing I can think of right now.
I am going to get Waylon Jones to be my boyfriend.
Yeah, that's right. Waylon "Killer fucking Croc" Jones.
What, you don't think I can?
Bitches, I can do anything!
I'm perfect.
Or did you forget that?