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One year later
This is the private journal of Penny Elaine Ramsay. Do not read!!
OCTOBER 2008
Do you know how difficult it is to be the new girl? Especially since I’m fat? It sucks. I haven’t heard any rumors circulating yet, but the whispers are just as bad. It’s better than facing bullies at RHHS.
After spending the rest of my freshman year finishing school at home, my brother finally convinced our mother to enroll me in Our Benevolent Lady Academy.
The worst thing about my new school? We aren’t Catholic. Going to mass everyday sucks. I don’t understand why intelligent people believe in this faith crap. Fortunately, I can play along with the best of them. I’ve been pretending all my life.
I’ve found a few friends on the Scholastic Bowl Team. April Nowicki and Caleb Myers are both in my grade, and we seem to fit well. They’re a little nerdier than I am, but who am I to judge? They like cosplay and run D & D tournaments together. That’s a little out of my range of interest, but at least they’ll sit with me at lunch. Nobody else has bothered me. The cheerleaders and jocks don’t pay attention to the underlings at this school, and that’s just fine with me.
I still talk to Kennedy once in a while. We work together at the movie theater. She fills me in on the gossip at RHHS, even though I never ask. Particularly about Donovan. I could care less what he’s doing. He’s a taboo subject, but Kennedy loves to tell me everything about the Golden Boy. Doesn’t she get it? I just want to forget he exists.
In other news, Hannah was expelled at the end of last year for doing drugs. Big surprise there. The girl has psychological issues. If anything, she needs to be institutionalized.
Okay... so I’m still bitter. I have a right to be, don’t I? Maybe I don’t. Forgive and forget and move on. That’s what my guidance counselor says. Although Sister Margaret also stresses that I should put my troubles in God’s hands.
<Cue the eye roll>.
No offense, but the woman’s a sixty-year-old nun. I doubt she understands how devastating it was for me to lose my virginity and have no say over it.
For the moment, I’m barely treading water.