3Now that that's done, time to thank my reviewer!
fay and cae: Thank you so much for that supportive review! Thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks for being my first reviewer too! You do not know how much this means to me. Anyway, the title is sort of explained later on. I wanted it to be a quote from Shakespeare, but I can't remember the exact quote. Ha ha, I like the word 'crap' too much. Lol.
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Chapter 1:
I watched, disinterested, as two gorillas arm-wrestled in the desk in front of me.
Mrs. Miller did not deserve any attention from the class, especially not from me. The dull monotone she was using could probably bore someone comatose. So what else was there to do?
Hmm... anything ELSE besides staring at those bulky jocks grunt like there was no tomorrow?
I...could doodle in my notebook. However, unlike my female companions in this class, I have no one TO doodle about. It's all about doodling hearts around 'his' name these days. I could pretend I had someone to doodle about on the cover of my notebook, but that would just be lowering my already low morale.
Maybe I could... actually pay attention to Mrs. Miller and write some notes? Oh, and have a bigger chance on a passing grade for the exam she just mentioned?
Right. I crack myself up sometimes. Like I would waste any of precious life jotting down letters the 'learned people' passed off as variables. Who invented Algebra anyway? I really needed to go spit on their grave.
I stared in envy at the goth poseur in front of me with a Walkman hanging out of her hoodie. I strained my ears for any of the lyrics. Anything to keep me alert and fully awake.
Finally, I gave into my drooping eyelids and dropped my head into my arms, fully expecting a nice, long nap until the class period ended. It's too hard to resist temptation, and I wouldn't be getting anything out of staying awake.
Except something made my head snap up.
Wait. What- what did she say? I glanced at the bimbo on my side and leaned in to listen closely.
"Totally! You know what? I'm so like, gonna make a file on that site now. Remember what Suzanne did yesterday? She like, made this file and said to Brad like, she was Hilary. Omigod! You remember that Hilary was who Brad dumped Emily for, right? So Suzanne was all flirting with him and Brad asked her out in the middle of it! But wait. That's so not the best part yet! I saw Brad in the hallway asking Hilary for directions to her house (for their date, right), and she totally thought he was a stalker or something! She had like, no idea Suzanne did that thing online! I'm sooo gonna try that out on Jack. I still haven't got back at him yet! Omigod!"
"So wait. Dude, this site is what again? I totally forgot to write it down."
"Like, you idiot! It's . H-A-B-B-O-H-O-T-L-E-dot-C-O-M. At least, I think it is."
I ignored the spelling error and copied the address to my notebook (my Math notebook was actually useful for something!)
A sudden idea struck me. I had no one to "get back to" since obviously I had never gotten a boyfriend before. But... Suzanne faked her identity online. Why couldn't I? Yes, I was a bit wary about my personality disorder around people. But I could work around it. This was my chance.
I grinned, already thinking about who I was going to pretend to be online.
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It was after school, and I had practically skipped home. Not only because of the prospect of 12 hours of school-free time. I grasped my Math notebook and beamed at the possibility of going on the site that would change my fate once and for all. A miracle from the Lord came in different sizes, and my miracle was only thirteen letters long.
I stayed home alone after school until my mom came home from work so the computer was all mine. Dumping my backpack on the floor, I stormed into the computer room. After checking for anyone who happened to be spying through our windows, I plopped in front of my PC and promptly gave a sloppy kiss on the monitor.
"You, my dear, shall change my life in a matter of minutes."
My excitement about HabboHotel started to wane down a bit as I wondered where to actually sign in on the home page. Did they do that on purpose? To keep out the losers probably. Finally, I found the 'Log In' button and clicked. I sighed in weary surrender as the computer asked me to download Shockwave. I'll do whatever I needed to do, as long as I get on.
Yes! The window went to the page where it asked for your screen name. I clicked on the button for new users. Now was the moment of truth.
My mind blanked out
...Oy...
I needed a screen name preppy enough to get in and I definitely couldn't think of one at the second. I tried .Xx.
Waiting...
Taken, dammit. Most of the population on Habbohotel probably WAS prep/jock to begin with. They didn't have to try as hard as me to fake. Screw 'em.
My creativity meter was running low. An inane idea popped up and I typed in .Xx. Oh what, so I couldn't name my file after my favorite store? It meant 'Baby' in French, anyway. Not really likely that .Xx would be available.
The sign-up thing let me go on and I mentally patted my back for being so original. Next up. I flexed my fingers and started to type my personal information, already anticipating the looks on my classmates' faces.
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I slammed the mouse on the computer keyboard and let out a feral scream. How in the WORLD was I supposed to find someone from my school if, according to the front page, there were NINE THOUSAND people online at the second? I had already asked a few people who they were and the conversations mostly turned out like this:
Me: "You there. Are you, by any chance, fourteen and go to a school called American High?"
Person: "go away newb."
Person #2: "im from the uk. americans suk."
Thank you very much. Let's all have a moment of silence for my dignity. All my success here at the second really gave me unwavering confidence at being able to pull of an act like the one I wanted to. Pretend to be part of the "In Group"? A snowball has more of a chance in hell than me getting the thing right.
I twiddled my thumbs and thought. How did they know I was a newbie anyway? I glanced at my little Habbo. My outfit consisted of a cute brown pony-tail, bright purple spaghetti-straps, and a light blue skirt. I thought it was adorable, okay?
Or maybe my fashion sense is close to nonexistent. So sue me.
I closed off of Habbo and went to my e-mail inbox. It didn't mean I was giving up (in case you were thinking along those lines). All meant was I needed some encouragement from my one and only friend before entering the lion's den again.
You ask who, and more importantly, HOW did *I* actually get a FRIEND? Long story short, my charms were irresistible to Karen Papawell (not). A fellow loner and the only one who was brave enough to break open my stony exterior. My BFF since kindergarten, and we both have never gotten any other friends. You get the picture, right?
She's a total geek, complete with matching glasses, braces, and tucked- in sweaters. I'm a wannabe, a dreamer, and a complete and total nothing. What can I say? We match, oddly enough. Birds of a feather flock together. Apparently we were the only remaining birds of that species.
Kay wasn't on her e-mail account, so I decided to check on MSN. My parents are totally against AIM and Yahoo, so I have to deal with the lack of modern communication everyday. The only reason I get to go on MSN is because my dad already has a file on it and I can just download the icon without anyone noticing.
Convenient, since me and Kay are the only ones in the whole world under the legal age that use MSN. It's all about AIM for the popular people and MSN for the geezers, baby.
Where was I? Right, right. So now I find out Kay's not on MSN either. Wonderful. I scowl and leave her an e-mail of complaint before setting the computer on 'Stand By' and trudging off to do the dreaded homework.
A few seconds into my History homework, I spaced out and started auto- procrastination mode. I swear, all the damn school needs is some pitchforks and brimstone to set the mood. It had all the damnation and imps aplenty. Stabbing my worksheet with my nub of a pencil, I gave up and collapsed onto the floor. Maybe Kay and I got lost in Hell or something, because we totally did not deserve the eternal punishment.
Then again, it made revenge so much sweeter. Revenge on all the imps. I stalked back to the computer and opened up Habbohotel. I couldn't concentrate on the worksheet, so it would be such a waste to delay my total world domination for another minute longer.
Ready or not, here I come. Leanne's going to face the real world now. Brace yourself, world.
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P.S. Sorry for the lame puns. I couldn't resist.
P.P.S. I just read over and unfortunately, the whole chapter seems bloody awful to me. I'm not going to try any harder, so just deal.