Hello, I'm new to PIMD taking over from JenniKitteh and the deceased: CourtneyCreed (R.I.P.) But, do not fear. No help for upgrading I decide to only write. Prologue "Daniella get your butt down here!" my step-mother yelled. "Coming Allis-- Mom!" I corrected myself, hearing a loud chuckle from downstairs. What a pain in my rear! I ran down the oak steps, sliding my hands on the smooth, oak railing. I ran out the door and into the bright, yellow bus. Only to be tripped by Henry Addi, boys are a pain too. The whole bus roared with laughter. The only one who was polite enough to cover up a smile is my crush Rocky Branson, a total (But completely hot) nerd. My life is completely and utterly fascinating to a nerd version of Geroge Washington giving five explanations of why he wrote the blah blah blah of Independence. Aha, The Shameful Life Of Me, Daniella Peterson.
~Chapter One~ "Ha, ha." I laughed in Henry's face. "Becareful when you get home, Peterson." he laughed, evilly. I walked down and sat down by Rocky. "Hey Rock." I gave him a fake smile. "Wanna spend the night over at my house, again?" he patted my back. "I don't wanna cause trou--" he cut me off. "Don't ever say that again, you're my best friend. I'd even let you live there!" he whispered screamed. "Re-really?" I hugged him, making tingles go up my spine. "Really." he smiled. ~~~~~~~~~~5 Minutes Later: School~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I ran into the girls' bathroom and looked at my face. Hideous, hideous, why would a single guy like ME? I let my almond colored hair down from its tight bun and put on some pink lipstick. Good day for me, I brought some awesome back up clothes to impress some guys. I went into the stall with my backpack and dug out my sparkley, red, one shoulder top. I slipped on my shiny, silver skinny jeans and put on my red heel boots. Whistles here I come!
Interesting interesting..... Needs some more details and to slow down a bit with story line/progress. But otherwise it's very good
~Chapter Two~ I walked out in my new outfit only to be awaited by many of guys, including the jocks, were whistling and gawking at me. They were gawking at me, Daniella Peterson, the complete unknown. "Hey, are you new here?" asked a familiar guy. "No, I'm Daniella Peterson..." I turned away and walked towards Rocky. "Umm, can I help you..?" he asked. "Not you too!" I cried in frustration. "Dani, really? Are you THAT gullible?" he laughed. "Yes.." I mumbled. "Of course you are!" he teased. We walked down the hall and into first period, mmm.. the fresh smell of whores with too much perfume on. Always is a pleasant smell to be greeted by, very pleasant. I took a seat by Rocky in the middle row. He passed me a note secretly and I took it and read it. I put my hand over my mouth to keep myself from getting in detention, but what can I say? I'm a sucker for funny notes, especially Rocky's. As the time passed, I zoned everyone out and everything out. Except the words on the note: " I swear, I'll die if he talks anymore about his ex-wife. Bitch please, what about my ex-dog?" I'm weird, I know. His words are hilarious, H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S. " Miss Peterson!" Mr. Ale screamed "82 is the answer to your question and no I do not wish to speak about your counseling after class!" I said, as the class laughed at my response. "Miss Peterson, detention.. and with you Rocky..." Mr. Ale screamed again