22 May 2012
I rushed into class layer than ever. Brad smiled at me but I knew he was laughing inside. I smelt of sweat and dog breath. I flung my bag on the table and sat down. I looked like a right tramp. My skirt was way too high at the back and way to low at the front. I hadn't put make up on. My long red hair was in a messy high pony, with long strands of hair sticking out. I was fed up of being non-beautiful.
Opuss № I