No, not at all. In fact it's the story of a bitchy teenage girl. Oh, I've been stewing over this for years and what a perfect place to get it out of your system. I think about this sort of silly thing when I can't sleep at 3 in the morning.
My family moved to a different place when I was 15 years old - year 10. The last year of school for some. So in other words everyone is settled in their groups and you go there and are "the new girl". What a drag. I'm sure that there will be others who can relate to this kind of thing.
So there was a test. I think the subject was health - you know how there's this class that you do and from memory it was sort of connected with sport. You know what? - I have no idea what it was. Anyway it was a test... of some description. We were told of it a couple of weeks before.
The day it was announced a so-called friend asked if she could borrow my book to catch up on some work as she'd missed a few days of school. Fair enough - she had been away so I had no problem with loaning it to her over the weekend.
So... every school day between then and the test I asked for my book back in order to study for it. She "forgot to bring it" every day. In desperation I asked a girl I knew in another class if I could borrow her book, but unfortunately in spite of some similarities the work we had been covering was different. Can you just imagine what this does to a 15 year old's head? That does your head in, that does. I certainly didn't want to tell the teacher about it.
Test day. Finish, hand in the paper. The girl reaches into her bag and says: "Oh, I've just remembered that I have your book here". What a complete and utter bitch.
One thing I have to say to that fat slag - that feels quite quite quite good to say that - I passed that test YOU MOLE. I got 89% in that test -it was the highest in the class, you scrag.
Thursday therapy. Love it.
Mood - a bit better now, actually :)
Music - heroes - david bowie