Nerd, Slut, Freak, etc. etc. I've been called them all. I guess that's what happens if you are new to Seaford High and don't make a good impression. I'm Kimberly Crawford but call me Kim. Never call me Kimmy or I'll bust your ass. I'm just kidding if you took me seriously but really never call me Kimmy.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!. I groaned. I have to go to school, A.K.A hell. I smacked the snooze button and dragged myself into my bathroom. I took a hot shower which stung the cuts on my wrist. Yes you heard me, cuts. I cut, so what? It's the only thing that can take my mind off things that happen at school. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I pulled on a pale pink dress that fell to my knees. Over that I threw on a grey cardigan and some owl earrings. I went back into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair. For my hair, it was pin straight but I curled it. I applied eyeliner that was winged and some mascara along with vannila scented lip gloss.
It was probably 40 degrees outside so I pulled on some grey boots that reached up to my knees and wrapped a grey scarf around my neck. I went into the kitchen and found a note on a plate of pancakes, "Sorry Kimberly, I had to go to work early, you have the rest of the house to yourself until 10:00 P.M.," Love mom. I sat down at the table and ate my pancakes. I then grabbed my phone and my grey backpack and walked to school.
The first thing I noticed when I walked through the doors was that all the guys' eyes were on me. Wolf whistles were heard as I went to my locker. A couple was making out infront of my locker. That couple happens to consist of Jack Brewer, football captain and bad boy, then the school bitch. Donna Tobin, a plastic. Seriously she looks like she wears 50 pounds of make up.