By the end of this chapter you should have realised what my writing is
like, so if you think this fanfic is okay, or just complete merd, I'd love
to know!
Jas's world is sorta like Georgia's, only without half the brain cells. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
13th Friday, 7.00.
Oh bugger! I hit my head as I got up, ow! Have just remembered it's Friday the 13th! Merd if this is a taste of things to come.
7.20
Double crap! Double crap! I have just been to the bathroom; I forgot to take my facemask off!!!!! SHIT!! All that thinking about Tom and milking and organic veg and, look!
7.23
I have tried to scrub it off but it's rock hard! Hmmm, is that mum's moisturiser?
7.45
It took ages to get off! My face is now rubbed raw. I cant to school looking like this!
7.45
I look like a beetroot in a school uniform!
8.00
After three layers of foundation, a full Union Jack on the cover stick front and a hefty brush or seven of mum's face power, I can say with some conviction, I look slightly normal.
9.00
Met Georgie at my gate, she looked at me and bust out laughing. Huh.
We had to RUN up the hill at full force so we wouldn't be late, Hawkeye saw us coming, and raised her eyebrows. Or maybe that should be, "Eyebrow". Anyway, we were four minutes late for school and in the mad rush had forgotten our berets; we were given a formal warning.
Georgia - How very very pathetico
Me - We wouldn't have been late if you hadn't stopped to talk to those Foxwood boys.
Georgia - I was talking to them! They were shouting abuse at us.
"Then why did you spend nearly five minutes going, "Huh?? Pardon, sorry I can't hear you. What was that? Were by a main road, can you speak up. Huh, huh? What?"
"That was before I realised what they were saying," she grumbled 10. 30 I'd almost forgotten how utterly crap-o school is. 11.00 RE. Miss Wilson had YET ANOTHER nervy spaz when she saw me, Rosie, Ellen and Jules were painting our nails, (and a section of her wall space) with Ellen's new "Vibrant Chick" nail varnish. She started the long and tres tres boring-o speech of how "When I was young, I couldn't afford the bus fair to school, let alone money for nail polish!" Like ANYONE cares. Sacre blea! But on the plus side, I did get a txt from Tom. He wants to meet me after school.say's it's important.hmmm wonder what he wants. "What do you think Tom wants?" "How should I know?" "Georgia, your just so.tres tres unhelpful sometimes." "Well how in the name of Jesus's old beard should I know what a Jennings's boy is thinking?" "Good point. You and Robbie weren't all that good at commentating were you? Come to think of it, that's probably why he dumped you to go live with hobbits and sheep -" I had to stop there. She was hitting me with my maths textbook.
Jas's world is sorta like Georgia's, only without half the brain cells. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
13th Friday, 7.00.
Oh bugger! I hit my head as I got up, ow! Have just remembered it's Friday the 13th! Merd if this is a taste of things to come.
7.20
Double crap! Double crap! I have just been to the bathroom; I forgot to take my facemask off!!!!! SHIT!! All that thinking about Tom and milking and organic veg and, look!
7.23
I have tried to scrub it off but it's rock hard! Hmmm, is that mum's moisturiser?
7.45
It took ages to get off! My face is now rubbed raw. I cant to school looking like this!
7.45
I look like a beetroot in a school uniform!
8.00
After three layers of foundation, a full Union Jack on the cover stick front and a hefty brush or seven of mum's face power, I can say with some conviction, I look slightly normal.
9.00
Met Georgie at my gate, she looked at me and bust out laughing. Huh.
We had to RUN up the hill at full force so we wouldn't be late, Hawkeye saw us coming, and raised her eyebrows. Or maybe that should be, "Eyebrow". Anyway, we were four minutes late for school and in the mad rush had forgotten our berets; we were given a formal warning.
Georgia - How very very pathetico
Me - We wouldn't have been late if you hadn't stopped to talk to those Foxwood boys.
Georgia - I was talking to them! They were shouting abuse at us.
"Then why did you spend nearly five minutes going, "Huh?? Pardon, sorry I can't hear you. What was that? Were by a main road, can you speak up. Huh, huh? What?"
"That was before I realised what they were saying," she grumbled 10. 30 I'd almost forgotten how utterly crap-o school is. 11.00 RE. Miss Wilson had YET ANOTHER nervy spaz when she saw me, Rosie, Ellen and Jules were painting our nails, (and a section of her wall space) with Ellen's new "Vibrant Chick" nail varnish. She started the long and tres tres boring-o speech of how "When I was young, I couldn't afford the bus fair to school, let alone money for nail polish!" Like ANYONE cares. Sacre blea! But on the plus side, I did get a txt from Tom. He wants to meet me after school.say's it's important.hmmm wonder what he wants. "What do you think Tom wants?" "How should I know?" "Georgia, your just so.tres tres unhelpful sometimes." "Well how in the name of Jesus's old beard should I know what a Jennings's boy is thinking?" "Good point. You and Robbie weren't all that good at commentating were you? Come to think of it, that's probably why he dumped you to go live with hobbits and sheep -" I had to stop there. She was hitting me with my maths textbook.