This is a gift for my girlfriend. Happy valentines day!
If anyone mocks me for writing this type of thing, I will hunt you down. : )
Still looking for a beta (spell & grammar checker) By the way.
Dan Schneider owns iCarly. Not me.
Miss Popularity
''My names Samantha Puckett and this story will include the three biggest bitches you have ever met.'' After a certain girl moves From England to ridgeway high , Sam, Carly, Freddie, and just about everyone's lives become hell. Rated M for swearing, strong girl talks, and sexual references.
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Popularity & Normal-ness?
They are ideally the two main things that every teenager wants. Or well, what almost every teenager wants. To be liked and to ''fit in''.
Some people don't want that though. Some people want to stand out. Think of yourself as a rainbow. Why be one colour when you could show all of them?
Your blue is awesome, but yet your yellow is calm, why hide your purple? its groovy. Heck, Its like only being able to eat one type of meat.
Would I give up different meat tastes just because I thought it was ''normal''? Hell no.
Before you think I'm off my rocker here,about to be sent to the loony house- I'm not.
My names Samantha Puckett and this story will include the three biggest bitches you have ever met.
She moved here exactly three months ago. Every day they make mine, Carly, and Freddorks life hell. I suppose it makes them feel bigger or some chizz, but either way, we have had to resort to not using the same door as 'royalty'
This school has changed from mommas home - to a school where whoever fucks the most gets gold awards. They made it this way. They are the reason our school is now a hunting ground.
Apparently AIDS must be the new classy here.
Why don't I just knock them out you say? Trust momma, she would love to. She would love nothing more then to stand them against a wall and fight them till they left the school. No, make that country. France seems far enough.
And I won't lie, knocking them out would be no task for me. I would saviour every moment of pounding those bitches.
The problem being I can't though and the reason why? They have dirt on me. And that dirt is?...
Well, You'll find out. And a whole lot more at that.
Which reminds me, if you cant stomach Strong 'Girl talks' (Periods, Make Up, Boys etc)
facebook drama, or generally anything that centres around two faced bitches, I suggest you leave now.