Pretty handsome awkward: a phrase which reflected my mood one-hundred percent whilst doing hockey today. It was a non-uniform day and I painted my nails teal… only to find it matched my sports shirt exactly. 
I mean, come on. My sports shirt might be a nice colour but who wants to paint their nails only to find that they match perfectly? And damn, my hockey stick matched my shoes too. My stick is bright green, and the converse I wore to school today were bright green…
Overall, I established myself as a freak within an hour and ten minutes. Way to go, Jorja.
I’m kind of beginning to slowly loathe school; or, to be precise, the bus journey home. Obviously I’ve never liked it much but there has been a lot of edible items brought onto the bus recently and that is risky. If anyone sees you trying to sneakily unwrap a piece of Atomic Apple Hubba Bubba and pop it into your mouth, you’re pretty screwed.
A lot of people bring fish and chips onto the bus in the evenings, by getting on a slightly earlier bus that stops at one stop that our bus stops at, but five minutes earlier. So they go to the fish and chip shop and get on the bus with steaming packages of chips…
I’m not sure if you understand how dangerous it is to bring food onto the bus. For example, if you have a pack stuffed with small packets of Cadbury’s chocolate buttons, and you sit at the back, you can cause a riot by throwing them towards the front. You squish Jorja’s face into the window when some bitch leaps for a packet of four of these measly buttons, and get her bag on the floor when another person fights the victorious bitch.
More packets are thrown; people are yelling with milling arms for a packet. Whilst a poor girl called Jorja struggles to fucking respire, the selfish ass at the back throws more packets, somehow managing to land them all in the seat next to her so that there are so many people scrabbling that she wonders if she’ll ever get off the bus away from the ass throwing the chocolate and the bitches scrabbling for it.
When, eventually, the ass runs out of packets to throw and the bitches fight over the last packets, the girl called Jorja manages to breathe and change the song on her iPod to something reflecting her dark mood: “Dark Days” by The Used.
Whilst two guys fight over a bag of the chocolate, one gets a nosebleed and the blood goes on the floor by Jorja’s bag.
Sheesh, she thinks. If this happens again I’m going to freaking die from lack of air.
And yeah – you know my luck. In the evening, it happens again, because the ass has more packets: squished face, inability to inhale oxygen, smushed bag…
And yes. The nosebleed. 