It all started right here in English class. I just had come back from dance class all day with my bright blue leotard on and my classy new French manicure nail tips I got obsessed with right when I got them the night before. I sat down in my desk turning off my new music I just downloaded that I put on my IPhone to jam out to. And then I heard, "That is right, ladies and gents. Waitgents and ladies for a day. You are going to write about a day in the life of the opposite sex," Ms. J stated with utter happiness at her front desk. "Oh gosh, the amount of testosterone in that essay is going to be the death of me," I thought sitting in my desk with my dance clothes on from dancing all day. "No Rated R stories or gross to the point to where I need to but the paper in a bar of soap," she proclaimed with her humorous personality coming out. "It's due in exactly a week from now so go be opposite sexes!" she exclaimed while everyone packed up their stuff to dip out.
"Soooo I'm going to have my boyfriend write my essay for me because he is that typical man," Danielle stated strutting her stuff out of class with the posse. "Yeah, sounds like right up his alley," I laughed to Danielle and Molly. "Wait guys!" I proclaimed running into the girl's room getting a sudden urge to pee like a racehorse, and man was I on a race. "Don't fall in!" the girls giggled while I was shaking my head.
After taking care of my girl business, I strutted my stuff to the door and walked out. Where were Danielle and Molly? All I saw were two grungy, I wouldn't even say men, looking right at me like they knew me. "UmmmHi," I awkwardly spoke to the two standing there in a bro stance while I kind of picked up my pace to get the heck out of there. "Yo Max we thought ya fell in over there," the tall Justin Bieber looking brown haired frat proclaimed walking up to me.