Who's the new girl?

Yes, don't we all love to hear that.
Shortly followed by the pointing/staring/whispering.
Woo.  
Go me!
Crappest feeling in the universe, you can think as much as you want that you are like a celebrity but the truth is; your not.

I think being put in this situation is close to cruel; i do not and nor will any other new girl, understand the boundaries. Can you say hello to cute boys walking past? Can you ask girls you don't know how they are? Is it socially acceptable to do homework at lunch? Can you skip across the oval? Is it weird having you dress buttons all done up? Can you eat a ham and cheese sandwich? WILL SOMEONE PLEASE FILL ME IN???!?!???!?

We were all waiting for that spiel.

The only cool thing is that you can be whoever you want to be. I could pretend to be puerto rican or mexican and they would probably believe me. For the people that actually know me this next statement could sound hypocritical however; i think you should just be yourself.
Yes i know i sound like a pamphlet from one of those women health clinics, but i seriously think thats what new girls should do. I don't do it because i care to much about what people think of me, as soon as i say something to someone, i have to be constantly reassured that i haven't offended them.
Oh, What a life.
Anyway, free dress day (if it ever comes) will be fun as because i will look so far from mainstream i'll be like a fake tree at christmas time. But back to the D and M, be yourself, if there are cool people in your school they'll see your cool and general awesomeness and then they'll be itching to be friends with you. I don't want to be just 'another new girl', i want to be 'THAT' new girl, i want to be known, famous even.. as far as highschool goes.

After hearing that comment i can speak as someone who knows me and whole heartedly say.

Good Luck with that.

I can't be bothered sharing some pics because i am so emotionally crazy. I will however show you how i feel right now.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........

You get me.
I know you do.

Sincerely your new girl,

Marcella