Hey, I got this idea from an idea I had for SWAC which I do not own (nor myspace!) so I got sick of writing SWAC stories, (I didn't write that many) and wrote this!

Walking to school the next day was no problem for Janine, more time away from her father and their empty house. I wonder what an overprotective parent is like, or maybe one that actually cares. But you get used to it, an overworking parent, a house that was definitely not meant for just two people with nobody visiting them.

Walking up the steps of the school, Janine instantly regretted saying that she would enjoy going to school. Everyone would stare at me, cause I'm a loner, but I'm not really, I just seem like one because I let it be known. I don't make up a fake identity and make fake friends I can't trust r that I'd just lie to so I could seem cooler. I'd rather be friends with someone who I could be completely honest, and I wouldn't be harshly judged. But since that imaginary friend I want doesn't exist, at least not in my school, I let the idea of being open go. As more silence surrounded me, I basked in a sound so many dread. Why? Because it makes them think, it makes them realize everything they're doing wrong. Every lie they're telling just to seem cooler. Expressing yourself truly is a better, and easier path.

Here we go, I thought to myself as everyone's eyes immediately fixed on me, as they basically created a path for me, not because I was loved, but because they clearly saw me more as some sort of poison. But being alone is the best, and one day, just wait they will wonder why I'm the one with a grip on life compared to them. Then the bell rang (thankfully) and I had to rush to first period; math, what a bore.

Classes? I don't mind learning, in history class, I'm probably my happiest actually. I just feel so much brighter learning about how these people before us lived. But don't start thinking I'm some 'good student' who does things like homework, etc. I do not like work, I wish I could just learn without having to prove I memorized it. Because who really remembers their last math unit after the test. When it comes up again in a different question, to me it just looks like foreign language that I have to be taught again.

Unlike many days of school, the day just rushed by. Wait, did I mention my grade, no my school is filled with major wannabes. When will they realize that's not how they should act, they could be so much more? If I were a guy (thank god I'm not!) I'd be bullied so badly. I'd get new bruises each day. Our school is huge on bullies if you're like me… but a guy.

Walking all the way home, I was even more excited, at least a little bit cause now I can go home and be myself, with friends! Yeah, I'm a major blogger, and I love the feeling of acceptance when all those people talk to me and we click like friends. That they will truly accept me unlike people in my school. And if they don't? if they start poking fun at me or bullying me online? I don't care. It's just that simple they don't matter to me because I know that not everyone is going to like me, I feel that feeling of alienation every day of school. And really, it's just even more pathetic over the internet.

Jumping up the steps, I pull my key out to get inside my house. Yeah, I live really close to my school. It's not really easy to decide whether that's more of a good thing… it makes my life easier getting there, but it's school! Who wants to live near a place like that? But of course I have to walk to school every day, so it's pretty convenient to live close on days that the weather stinks. Shouldn't my dad take some responsibility and drop me off. Ha. Ha. Ha. Like I even see him. Up before me, back after I'm sound asleep. You'd think I'd even know some things about him. Well all I know is that he never really likes to cook, he hates microwaveable meals and prefers things like chicken nuggets that can "properly" cook in the oven. Oh, I don't even know his job.

Walking up the stairs to my room, I walk straight over to my laptop. Having a dad like mine actually has some perks. He's pretty well off, so I do get spoiled by me having things like my own laptop, etc etc. I could be like any other popular, strutting flimsy shirts that have outrageous prices, and smile like a dumb blonde. But like I love to say, I'm not a wannabe and I won't act like one. When you came into my room, if you were looking for an extreme girly room, WAY OFF! My room is this dark blue, I'm not that into happy images, but I love blue. My room basically soaks up darkness, and everything is dark colors so its not that exciting.

I walk to my computer and its light helps you distinguish the stuff in my room, I don't really enjoy leaving my lights on, unless I'm forced, like when I do homework. I open it up, and that's when I log onto my myspace.

YouDon'tScareMeX) has logged on.

And with that, a life I enjoy begins.


so do you guys like my new edited version? or should i just re-post my old first chapter?