I’m more of your typical hard ass I-don’t-give-a-fuck-about-school-because-my-dad-is-a-friggen-billion-rockstar chick in school. I’m more into my own life and music. And sex. Who doesn’t like sex? Ms. Carlin probably isn’t. I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually had one of those promise rings that the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus try to pull off.. haha. Actually they’d all take theyre rings off for me, espically Miley. But anyways, for some reason this Spencer girl has got be goin nuts. I don’t know why though. I remembered the day her and her ugly ass wannabe superstar negative 12 inch cock brother, Glen, and her african american brother (I have no idea how that works?), Clay, transferred here. I was in the office arguing with Principal Marshall about my roster. The teacher who I originally had for history, Mrs. Malinto, doesn’t want me in her class since I slept with her daughter and niece. Is it my fault I’m ah-mazing at performing for my fellow neighbors in sunny Los Angeles? Nope. Didn’t think so. Well as I walked out of the office I saw Spencer asking the lead teacher, Mr. Cork, about the school and all of the fun activites and clubs King High has to offer here. First I thought to myself that she’s just another teacher’s pet and blah blah blah, untill she turned around and I saw her completley. Her grace amazed me. She drowned me in her eyes. My heart was racing for some reason, I thought I was going to faint! I’ve never felt like that, ever. Normally if I’m attracted to someone I’d eye fuck them and tell them with my eyes "Come here and let me fuck you." But strangely I couldn’t. I was afraid. Of what? It seemed that if I acted that way towards her, I’d go to hell or something? Psh, puh-lease I’m for sure that I’m going to hell. Can’t change that. I’m not afraid of that. But it seemed she was to good for my eye fucking. Maybe just ol’ good fucking! Nope. Way too good for that. Like she was too good for me and I knew that. Please, anyone better then Ashley Davies? Hell no. Spencer needed more. She deserved more. What the hell am I talking about? I didn’t even know this girl at first let alone her first name at the time. Secretly, I’ve always had dreams about this one girl who had the exact same descriptions as Spencer’s. But as recall, her name wasn’t Spencer, her name was Amy. When those dreams started in 8th grade I knew I was gay. No hiding it. Maybe that’s why I felt like I was gonna pass out in Spencer’s presence? Woah, what the fuck? Why am I thinking like this? I DONT GIVE A FUCK! Jeez, stupid creative writing course got me all gusshy and shit. Please.

But in conclusion, Spencer’s been here for four months and rules this school. Wow, great for her. I feel like I’m stalking her sometimes but theres just something that draws me to her, like a freakin magnet. I just can’t stay away. Whatever. She’d never be interested in me unless I drugged her, but I almost got cought doing that once so I’m not gonna attempt that.