Friday, October 17, 2008

8pm, Sunday

CindyPop13: School's starting tomorrow. How ya feelin?
Dannigirl: Bad. As Bad as could be. I think i'm gonna be sick...
Cloudie:It can't be that BAD. I mean, i heard its really nice there.
Kellboy:Yeah.. Is it really all that bad? With all the mud and stuff?
CindyPop13: Trish said the place was really tranquil.. like perfect for retirement or something.
Dannigirl: BUT I'M NOT ON RETIREMENT! besides, wheres Trish?
Kellboy: Ballet Classes...
Dannigirl: Oh right...
Cloudie: Anyway, U sure u gonna be okay over there?
Dannigirl: If i die, i die... I'll let u know when that happens
Kellboy:Aww, C'mon Dan, it really can't be all that BAD. Give it a try, u might like it=)
Dannigirl: Well i'm pretty sure i won't be enjoying myself. Anyways, i gotta go. School is bright and early tomorrow at 8. Urgh...
CindyPop13: Okay then. Enjoy your first day of school=) we'll miss you!
Kellboy: Yeah. Take care Dan.
Cloudie:Gdnight Girl=) You'll be alright...
Dannigirl: I sure hope so. Night guys...

logging off...

***
Okay... Maybe i exagerrated a little.... OKAY fine. ALOT. It does'nt rain all that often. And there ARE roads for cars. In fact, my dad made sure that i had a whole house to myself, a squad of 5 maids to wait on me and even a chaffaeur to drive me around. Not to mention that there is internet access. The thing is, I just miss home. I miss the peeps at Queen's Private and I miss my room and I definitely don't want to be spending the next 1 and a half years in this place. And about the mud, I was so upset that i decided to find the muddiest road to walk on. Maybe in spite. and because of that, i soiled my new converse sneakers. It's no big deal really... i have like twenty pairs at home. Anyway, Roberto (pronounced as rooo-bear- toe) is sending me to school in half an hour. And i'm sooo looking forward to it. yeah. i wish. NOT.

***

I'm sitting in the car in front of the school. I guess it does'nt look too bad. The students have pretty clean clothes. The school building is pretty big. Quite a suprise actually. I was half expecting some dirty, smelly and muddy school ground. Maybe it really is'nt all that bad, Prince High.

Wait.

Then what on earth did dad mean by experiencing the school of hard knocks? Could it be like the 'Prince and the Pauper'? Where the prince and the pauper exchange places and this school is actually Pauper High! But it's hiding in a prince's costume...

What am i saying?! Oh forget it. I guess i'll just find out soon enough. My dad's not one to joke. So this should be as real as it gets. Wish me luck.

i will survive,

miss drama princess

***

I don't believe it! This school totally sucks! No french cuisine for lunch? No proper introduction to the class? And what's with the haughty attitude! No way. It's like i've just stepped into a seperate dimension where no one knows who I am, and no one bothers. And what's with all those bimbo cheerleaders? I mean, Queen's Private is totally different! At least everyone treats me with respect. But here, i'm not worth more than a speck of dust. Urgh! I hate it here! At least lessons were not too bad. I don't see much hope for the next one and a half years of my life. Someone, please air lift me out of here...

so much for a good first day of the week.

totally bad,

miss drama princess

the end at 10:10 AM
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