She refreshed the mail, nothing new. She

She refreshed the mail, nothing new. She sighed and closed her eyes, suddenly she remembered what had happened that day, how she was humiliated by that jerk at school. Why did

she always have to fall for the jerks!! She hated and liked him so much at the same time it was confusing. She couldn't wait for tomorrow, she had a plan and had decided to

follow it but then her bff texted her and she wrote stuff that was like all superficial and so she like forgot about her plan to reel this guy in on her sexual fishing line. Meanwh

ile her bff was like why arnt u answrng my txts and sending mean emojis like the donut & Easter Island head which meant she was like totally calling her fat and ugly so she texted

back, "Like, are we even friends anymore? :( " Finally, she replied after 55 long hours of waiting, "I'm sorry that you're so jealous of me, but I can't help it that I'm popular."

In between sobs, she poured out her tragic story; how everyone in school liked her & wanted to be with her, so she had no time for herself. "Why can't I be a reject like YOU?" she

empathised, why can't I be despised for my terrible fashion sense, my pimply exteriour, my cliquelessness? I wish I could have your loneliness, it must be awesome. When she touched

my forehead, I was suddenly transformed. Pimples spread from my forehead, all the way down to my neck and back. "Now what to do about those clothes," pondered my Fairy Godmother.

My rotten tomatoes at her but instead hit a lawn sign for Shark Lady, so I fled town before the Clintonistas could catch me. I was one of the lucky ones, my mum told me later.