Chapter 2: Love is Just a Four-Letter Word

(Amanda)

Name: Amanda Rowena Johnson

Sex: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: 9th of September

Height: 5'7''

Weight: 115 lbs.

Hair colour: Blonde

Eye colour: Blue

Occupation: Student, Senior year in high school

Blood Type: B

Marital status: Boyfriend (Jack Anderson)

Likes: Being the centre of attention

Dislikes: People that think they are better than me

Hobbies: Cheerleeding, dancing, fashion, hanging out with my friends and partying

Favourite food: Pizza!!!

Favourite colour: Ultramarine

Most prized possession: My mobile phone

Biggest idols: Jennifer Lopez

Goals in life: Becoming prom queen

Special ability: Getting everyone that matters to like me

Opinion of Gilbert York: I don't think I know anyone by that name. Wait, he's that geek in my history class, right?

Hello! My name is Amanda Johnson and like Gilbert I'm a protagonist in this story. Unlike Gilbert, which everyone at school could tell was unhappy, I was regarded as the luckiest girl in high school. They thought I had it all, beauty, popularity, hunk boyfriend and even good grades. Well my life seemed so perfect that sometimes I almost believed it myself.

Some things of it were even true. I knew I was one of the most beautiful girls in school and took every opportunity to show it. I was even popular, well among the clique, and to me that was the only people that mattered. I was the captain of the cheerleader team and I dated the star quarterback of our football team. I guess they were right about the grades as well. I was nowhere near the brightest in class but I had my fair share of A's.

I retrospect I find my life quite pathetic. I may have been popular, but I don't think I was well liked. In fact I think that I treated people so bad that they were afraid of me. People tried to stay on my good side so that my wrath would not strike them. I thought that I was perfect and that everybody else was losers and treated them like that. I liked to psychologically bully people, it made me feel more important. If I thought someone was fat or wore a ugly sweater, I'd let them, and everyone else, know. No one dared to challenge me so I just thought it was natural for me to behave that way. I guess you say I was a Bitch with a capital B.

I'm not going to justify my behaviour but I will tell you what I think is the root of it. like Gilbert I blame my parents. It all began when I was six and I found out that my parents never wanted to have me. I guess I should have realised earlier since they never made an effort to hide it, but I guess I wanted to believe that they liked me. My parents never paid me any attention and in many aspect I raised myself. I was kind of proud of being self raised and independent.