Kindergarten
Mrs Nestor, my kindergarten teacher, was giving us another lecture about our future. We are only 6. Blah, blah, blah, who cares? I decided that I didn't like career day, at all.
"Now let's talk about your futures," Mrs Nestor continued. "I want you to come to the front and tell us all what job you would like for you future,"
"I am going to be a pop-star, like Brittany Spears. You know, because I'm the best singer, and best looking in the class," Stephanie Williamson. Talk about a show off. I mean, I know she is so pretty and that, but where is the point in showing off about it. She was, and still is my worst nightmare.
"And how about you? Gina?" Mrs Nestor asked.
"I am going to play a guitar," I said, thinking that was cool. Apparently not. The whole class burst out laughing. I didn't get it. What was so funny about that? Stephanie found it ultra-funny. (If that's a word) She put her hand on my back and slapped it really hard.
I just wrecked my whole life.
High School
Oh great. Career day. Stephanie had found a new way to embarrass me each year. What was this year's going to be? I think you know Stephanie's type, blonde, tall, cheerleader. I had two friends at Belleview high. Drake and Josh Parker. Although, I think Josh is scared of me. Drake shares my interests, rock, guitar. We go out to all the punk-rock concerts, not on dates or anything. Although, secretly I have fanicied Drake since the fifth grade so, I like to think they are dates. He is awesome.
"Gina, Gina, are you ready? Drakes here," Mom called up the stairs. I ran down, a little too quickly and tried to pull on my Vans, it didn't work. I fell. Yep, that's right, I fell all the way down the stairs landing at Drake's feet. Talk about embarrassing.
"Why the long face," Drake asked me.
"It's career day," I replied, miserably. Drake raised his eyebrows.
"Since kindergarten, Stephanie has found a new way to embarrass me," I told him. This was now routinely for career day. He never remembered.
"Oh, you mean, hot Steph from cheerleading squad," he replied.
"Shove off," I yelled at him. It was weird. I had known him for what, 4 years, but I was still so nervous when I was I near him. Was this because of the whole fancying him thing.
Belleview high was like an animal feeding centre, and I am at the bottom of the food chain, with Stephanie at the top. Her and her crew (Rebecca Flecity and Charlotte Hilkins) could turn the whole school against me if they wanted. They were all so horrid any way, I wouldn't care, just as long as I had Drake. By lunch nothing had happened. This was wrong. Something must happen.
When I went for lunch the whole school laughed at me. Then I saw it. The cake. It had my face on it with the words, I want to be a guitarist around it. Stephanie had pulled it off. I hate her. That is it. I can't take it. Up until now I have just lived with it, but now, it's time for revenge.
