1. Getting Acquainted


Do you know that I've been called so many names, that it really doesn't matter what you call me. Just not, "Hey Girly." Ugh.

McHenry. Yuck. Sounds like a farmer's name. Like, 'Old McHenry had a farm, bla bla bla bla blaaa..' Or however that song goes.

But anyways, yeah being the Senator's daughter is real tough. Ha. Bullcrap. Dad thinks I'm going to "live up to his legend" when I "grow up".

Legend? What, being a slow-witted, "Sorry, not taking any questions", Senator? I don't think so. And "grow up"? What are we in kindergarten? "I want to be a fireman when I grow up." Or, "I want to be a princess when I grow up." Dad is such an idiot. The first time I flipped him off on-screen, he wasn't sure what to do, so he gave me one thousand dollars just to make sure I wouldn't do it again. Like I said- an idiot.

Believe it or not, I'd rather go through high school, retrieve decent grades, attend college, get a well-paying job and possibly get married. Possibly.

But enough with all the boring introduction and personal junk. Onto highschool. How about thatjunk? I've nearly had enough of it, but what keeps me going isn't the homework and teachers. Give me a break. It's the people. Sure I have friends. Plenty of acquaintances. But I only have three close friends. Like best friends. Bex, Liz, and Cammie. We share everything with each other, and to this day, we even have those cheesy sleepover slumber party things. Even though it's senior year.

Of course I hold these epic bashes that everyone comes to. You know, pool party, seven minutes in heaven? It's all just to keep up the rich girl status. The parties get boring after a while. We invite everyone we know though, so after some time you know most everyone.

Speaking of who we know, the key to surviving high school is all about how to use. Learning to use is another story that I'm not going into. But, high school specifically involves using the male species to your advantage when you're a girl like me.

Boys always trip over themselves to do anything for me, though I don't know why, aside from the Senator's daughter part, to do anything. They act so dumb and funny and you know what I do? I let them. It gives them something to do, it gets them away from me temporarily, and gets me a free lunch or my books carried. Hey, wouldn't you do the same if you could? It's a win-win-win situation.

Actually, I have my eyes on another boy. I've known him since third grade, ever since the incident when I dumped my ice cream cone on him after he threw a worm at me. I dumped my whole ice cream, fudge sauce and all, down the front of his shirt. When he realized what I did he turned to push me on to the pavement but I was already skipping away, but not before I got a glimpse of those eyes. They were dark blue.

And I knew I couldn't hate him.

His name is Chase Harrison.


So I've had this on my computer for a longgg time and thought I'd post it. Tell me your thoughts!