Minute 43
It was one of those weeks.
School was awful, I was constantly guessing who was told by The Nutcracker about what I did at the mall, I didn’t know who the first person would be to suggest they knew, so I kept a low profile as much as I could, getting in the classrooms just in time before class started, and leaving as late as possible. The Nutcracker. I thought long and hard about why boys come up with such nicknames. Because it was certainly boys that had selected that one. Girls are nastier when it comes down to nicknaming someone. This particular lady’s butt was the least attractive in the whole school. Probably in the city. She was huge, not fair, and her wearing pants all the time didn’t help her get into the okay category.
Anyway, perhaps her unattractiveness made her be t
