Read Tales from a Not-So-Fabulous Life Online
Authors: Rachel Renée Russell
I had the most horrible accident in French class today. While I was taking my French textbook out of my backpack, my perfumed body spray, called Sassy Sasha, fell on the floor.
Unfortunately, the little white nozzle thingy popped off, and it just kept spraying and spraying until the entire can was empty.
My teacher, Mr. Somethin’ or Other (I can’t pronounce his name because it sounds like a sneeze), started yelling a lot of stuff in French that sounded to me an awful lot like cuss words.
Then he evacuated all the students from the classroom because everyone was coughing and choking and their eyes were watering really bad.
And while we were standing in the hallway, waiting for the smell to go away, he asked me very rudely in English (which I DO understand) if I was trying to KILL him.
Okay! First of all, I don’t like French class that much anyway. And second of all, it was JUST an accident!
I mean, it’s NOT like my perfume was REALLY going to kill him. At least, I don’t
think
so.
But, then again, WHAT if it actually DID?! What if my French teacher collapsed in the teachers’ lounge while eating a corn dog at lunch and died from extreme Sassy Sasha asphyxiation??!!
And what if, for three whole days, no one noticed the foul odor coming from his dead body, since the
school lunches normally smell a lot like rotting flesh?!
The police would launch an investigation, and I would be the main suspect.
Then the
CSI: Miami
crime-scene experts would conduct scientific tests on my French teacher’s nose hairs and find traces of Sassy Sasha.
They would figure out that
I
was guilty of fumigating him with a lethal dose of my body spray.
And then, what if the CSI team SECRETLY planted ALL of the physical evidence on…MOI??!
(BTW, MOI is French for “ME”!)
I’d end up getting the ELECTRIC CHAIR during my freshman year, which would really SUCK!
And then afterward, I’d be like TOTALLY peeved because I missed drivers’ ed class
and
my senior prom!
Now that I think about it, Mr. Somethin’ or Other just LOVES MacKenzie, because she’s really good at French and she can pronounce his weird sneeze-sounding name.
I bet if she had dropped HER Sassy Sasha body spray in his classroom and the nozzle thingy popped off, he would NOT have yelled at her or accused her of trying to kill him.
But that’s because MacKenzie is
MISS PERFECT!!
I bet she’s even going to WIN the avant-garde art competition!
And afterward, just out of spite, she’ll probably check out like 189 books from the school library and then return them all the next day.
Of course, I’LL be the one STUCK having to put each and every one of them away, since I’m a STUPID library shelving assistant!
My pathetic life is SO UNFAIR, it makes me want to
SCREAM!
!!
Today everyone in the cafeteria was superexcited because MacKenzie was handing out invitations to her big birthday bash. The way Lisa Wang and Sarah Grossman were crying and hugging on each other, you would think they were gonna be on
My Super Sweet
1
6
or something. It was beyond DISGUSTING!
MacKenzie’s PHONY friends crying PHONY tears and giving each other PHONY smiles and PHONY hugs!!
They reminded me of the Olsen twins. For the life of me, I never understood why those sisters were always hugging on each other. They were the first set of non-Siamese twins who people actually thought were joined at the hip.
For the rest of the day, everyone MacKenzie invited to her party sucked up to her like a human vacuum cleaner. Except for Brandon Roberts.
When she gave him an invitation, she tried to flirt with him by twirling her hair around her finger and smiling really big. She even “accidentally” dropped her purse so he would pick it up for her, just like Tyra says to do when you’re trying to get a guy to notice you.
But Brandon just glanced at MacKenzie’s invitation, shoved it into his backpack, and walked right past her.
And, boy, did she get upset when he blew her off like that.
Then, a bunch of jocks trampled all over her new $300 Vera Bradley bag before she could pick it up off the floor. Personally, I kind of liked the dirty footprints better than that boring floral pattern.
Anyway, Brandon is SOOOO COOOOL!!!
From what I can tell, he seems to be kind of the quiet rebel type.
He’s a reporter and photographer for the school newspaper and has won a few awards for his photojournalism.
Once he actually sat at my lunch table, but I don’t think he noticed me staring at him.
Probably because his shaggy, wavy hair is FOREVER falling into his eyes.
And today in biology, when he asked if he could take a picture for the school newspaper of ME dissecting my frog, I almost DIED!!
I was shaking so badly, I could hardly hold the scalpel.
And now every tiny detail of his perfect face is permanently etched in my mind.
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I AM FALLING IN LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME?!
THE BIOLOGY OF MY HEARTBREAK By Nikki Maxwell
I see you in my dreams
in your favorite white
button-down shirt,
sitting across from me
in the cafeteria.
I’ve never seen anyone
eat fries so beautifully.
I see you in biology class,
taking pictures for
the school newspaper, when
you whisper to the depths of my soul,
“Hold the frog at an angle.”
For it is only you
who can make a photo
of a dissected frog
seem so vibrant.
So alive. Yet dead.
It hurts to feel this way,
to know that you’ll never know me.
To want to run my fingers
through your dark, wavy hair,
as I realize that
the putrid smell of formaldehyde
and the dull gaze of a lifeless frog
will forever remind ME of US!
During my gym class, even the Scared-of-Balls girls were gossiping about MacKenzie’s party. Like one of them would ever get invited.
They’re the really prissy girls who hang in small groups and scream hysterically whenever a ball comes near them.
It could be a basketball, football, baseball, soccer ball, tennis ball, volleyball, beach ball, Ping-Pong ball, mothball, or even a meatball. They’re NOT very picky.
SCARED-OF-BALLS GIRLS PLAY VOLLEYBALL
YEP! You can always count on the Scared-of-Balls girls to screw things up and lose the game for you.
It really sucks to have girls like Chloe and Zoey on your team. Especially if you absolutely HATE taking showers after gym class (just the thought of showering at school makes me nauseous).
It will totally be THEIR fault if I catch some kind of incurable disease from the slimy mold and mildew growing in those NASTY showers.
WHY I HATE SHOWERING IN GYM CLASS!
Me BEFORE showering…slightly sweaty but clean& fresh!
Me AFTER showering…completely covered in stank, mildew, & slime!
I was really surprised when Chloe and Zoey came up to me after gym class and started talking. Of course, I pretended like I was NOT teed off at them for running away from the ball and making me have to take a shower.
Apparently, our librarian, Mrs. Peach, told them I was assigned to work with them in the library and they were actually EXCITED about it.
Like WHAT is so exciting about shelving library books??!!
But I just played along and pretended to be as thrilled about it as they were.
I was like, “OMG! OMG! I can’t believe we’re going to be shelving books together. How COOL is that?!”
We ended up eating lunch together at table 9, and it was really nice NOT having to eat alone for once.
Chloe’s full name is Chloe Christina Garcia, and her family owns a software company. It was amazing
because she has read like ALL of the latest novels.
She says she lives “vicariously” through the characters’ joys and heartbreaks and learns a lot of stuff about life, love, boys, and kissing, which she plans to use when she goes to high school next year.
She said she owns 983 books and has read most of them twice.
I was like, “WOW!”
Zoey’s full name is Zoeysha Ebony Franklin, and her mom is an attorney and her dad is a record company executive. She has met practically ALL of the biggest pop stars.
Zoey says she likes reading self-help and is currently seeking ways to “enhance” her relationship with the three “mother figures” in her life. She has a mom, a grandmother who helped raise her, and a stepmother.
I was really sympathetic, since I know from personal experience that having only ONE “mother figure” in
your life can be traumatic and psychologically damaging.
Can you imagine having THREE?! OMG!
Then Zoey said, “How can you stand having a locker next to MacKenzie’s? She is like so STUPID, she rubs lipstick on her forehead to make up her mind! And being really shallow can sometimes create multifaceted self-esteem issues.”
I could NOT believe Zoey actually said that. I thought everyone at this school worshipped MacKenzie.
We laughed so hard that chewed-up carrot bits shot right out of my nose!
All three of us were like, EWWW! GROSS!
Then Chloe snickered, “Hey! Carrot-flavored boogers! Let’s give them to MacKenzie so she can sprinkle them over her tofu salad as a low-carb topping. In the Clique series, those girls are forever doing evil stuff like that to their frenemies.”
We laughed so loud at Chloe’s joke that the kids sitting at tables 6 and 8 started staring at us.
I even saw MacKenzie glance our way. But then she looked away really fast so we wouldn’t make the huge mistake of believing she actually acknowledged our existence. I could tell she was wondering what was going on.
So now I’m thinking about forgiving Chloe and Zoey for that whole shower FIASCO in gym class. I actually had a pretty good day today!
!!