Why do people ask me what I want to be when I grow up—can’t they tell I’m a model in the making?
Today I saw some girls from school as my mother and I were walking down the street. They looked in our direction and laughed, so I waved hello at them. They glanced at each other for a second and then quickly walked the other way. I wonder who was behind me.
With some encouragement from my teachers, I asked Bobby out to the Winter Formal. He laughed so hard his cheeks turned red. My mother does always tell me that boys look for humor in a girl. I started blushing and couldn’t believe how lucky I was.
There’s a concert downtown tonight, and all the cool kids are going, so I obviously have to go. I asked my parents for permission since it’ll be past 7 PM, and my mom said she loved the band playing and would love to go with me. I’ve never even heard of the band.
I got paired up with one of the school’s most popular girls today in science class, and since we’re doing a project together I invited her to come to my house. I had to pay her 10 dollars, but she came over yesterday. I baked some of my signature gluten-free oatmeal raisin cookies for her, and she ate an eighth of one, which is more than people usually eat. I think she really liked them.
My father asked me to take my little sister to get some ice cream from the neighborhood ice cream truck. I hadn’t even taken two licks before someone bumped into me, and I dropped the cone on the ground. Luckily, I managed to grab a spoon and eat most of it in 10 seconds. My sister says she doesn’t want to be seen in public around me anymore, but I don’t understand why—I thought it was pretty impressive.
After months of begging, my parents finally gave in and let me get a pet snake, Little J. I brought him to school to show to everyone, but during math class I noticed that he wasn’t in my backpack anymore. Then I felt something slithering up my leg and discovered it was him! He must’ve felt nervous being around so many strangers. I’ve never bonded with anyone so quickly.
My little sister is starting to outgrow her clothes, so my father told her she should wear some of my old ones. She said she would rather go naked than wear my clothes. I’m very glad that she’s so confident in her own body.
The only reason I haven’t been asked out by a boy, my mom tells me, is because my beauty is intimidating.
Jessica Gay is a 17-year-old living in Texas. She enjoys writing, reading, graphic design, and watching unhealthy amounts of television. In the rare case she isn’t doing any of the aforementioned things, she’s probably crying about dogs and well-written female characters, or fawning over aesthetically pleasing stuff.
Thanks to Bethany Segovia for modeling.