Name's Primose Ophelia Jackson. I am 15 years old and live with my Mama and Pops in Queens, New York.
Let's put it this way: I will probably never win any beauty contests. I'm butt-ugly. I am a big girl. I have pimples all over my face, dry, flyaway hair that's hard to control, a big nose, thick lips, squinty eyes, big ears, big boobs and a big azz, and thick eyebrows. Doesn't help I wear black, thick-lensed glasses and braces on my teeth.
My parents and little sister say I'm pretty, but I think they're blind. I mean, take a good look at me and tell me I'm pretty. I don't see it happening. I look in a mirror, and all I want to do is smash it to pieces. I hate the way I look! I look like I'm adopted: I don't look like either one of my parents. Probably the closest thing I resemble is our bulldog, "Frank". I look like I got beat by an ugly stick.
Don't ask me how I got the name of Primrose. Guess Momma felt sorry for me, so she named me after something beautiful. I guess she was thinkin' it would help me grow prettier as I got older, but it didn't seem to work. I'm more uglier than ever. I don't have many friends; lots of kids tease me and make me feel bad. I'm in special needs class 'cause I have ADHD (that's attention deficit hyperactivity disorder); I can't concenrate on anything for mor than 15 minutes to a half hour, tops. I'm also dyslexic: my reading and spelling skills are atrocious, as is my writing.
School is nothing but a big azz thorn in my side. I absolutely HATE it!! I will be sooo glad when it's over next month; I've had more than enough of it already!
I'll be surprised if I even pass! For me a C is good. School has never been one of my stronger suits (though I like to write, but I have to use a Spell Checker on my computer; otherwise, my story would look like hell!). I love to write, but my spelling and writing is something to be desired.
Breeze (that's my little sister; she's 10) and I fight constantly: she and I don't get along. She's smarter than smart and even though she's only ten, she's already in middle school. She skipped fifth and sixth grade altogether. She went from fourth grade to seventh. Zip, zip, just like that! She does say I'm pretty, but I know she teases me about my spelling and reading and that makes me very angry. Sometimes I get so mad at her I want nothing more than to smash her beautiful little face in! She drives me crazy!!
When I grow up I want to be a teacher, but I doubt colleges will even take me. I'm really stupid and my being in special needs class is an embarrassment to me. I know it's an embarrassment to my parents; they keep telling me to "apply myself" and I do, but the good grades, they just ain't happenin'!
It's extremely annoying!! I HATE having special needs!! Being ugly is bad enough: does having a weight problem and having special needs have to be piled on top of my ugliness?? UGH!! I hate my life; I wish I were dead!
~To be continued.~