The class diva

This is a short story for every normal, grey girl, like me.

-For those who aren’t popular, the most beautiful or smartest in school-

We just have to admit that we really are jealous when the class diva walks in. All the males stop talking and their eyes just follow her noisy steps on high heels. Even our own boyfriends stare shameles at her, with an open mouth. When she finally arrived at her table, the boring lessons start and we close our eyes. We all imagine we are skinny, and wear designers’ clothes. The cutest guys, the ones who are always occupied by a look-a-like model, all notice us. We become real celebrities and earn tons of money. The world is in our hands, we’ve got uncountable many fans and all haters make us famous. We get trophies for nicest actress, model or best singer.

Than our eyes open again and our dream stops immediately when the angry teacher sees that we don’t pay attention to his subject. We sigh satisfied while we’re looking one more time at the class diva, and think happily: “These people are very often tired of publicity and die very young.”

ik was bezig met mijn kamer aan het ontdoen van de onnodige stapels papieren en vond zojuist deze taak van Engels. De bedoeling was om een verhaal te schrijven met de zin "these people are very often tired of publicity and die very young" Ik vond m' best geslaagd, in tegenstelling tot de lerares Engels van vorig jaar. Maar die zag dan ook alles in zwart-wit..

(met alle excuses voor de klas diva's onder de lezers)