To be what I'm not

Why do I have to be doing this? It was a school day, meaning math, why did I have to be doing math? Math was useless besides from the fact without it the world would actually explode or something dumb like that. It's times like these I did wish it would though. Not just because of lame old math, but also because today, two men tried to flirt with me, I may be pretty to men but to me I am ugly. Girls come up to me and are like "Oh your so hot and pretty! I wish I was like you!" I would rather take my own eyes out then say I am pretty. I hate being pretty, and feminine. Thankfully I wear what I want and today I'm wearing jeans and a Tshirt. It smells like sweat but it's my sweat and I washed it only a week ago. Despite being so "pretty" I stink. That unfortunately doesn't keep the boys from flirting with you when all you truly want is to be "one of the guys" but I have to deal with being pretty and hot and not handsome and boyish. Am I saying I don't want to be a girl? I...Don't know. I should just focus on this math and nothing else.

The bell rings and I realize, that was the last period! Finally! Thank flipping God! I can go home and relax and not be called pretty. Ugh! I wish I could get rid of these people who do. I refuse to be pretty. I inhale deeply and make my way out of the school, ignoring everyone that's pushing me out of the way to go home to their own little houses to do whatever. Some people stay for after school clubs or other certain clubs. If you know you know. I have to walk home. Thankfully it's a short walk, only about 5 minutes. And 5 minutes later, boom! I'm home. I knock on the door and mom smiles and lets me inside.

"How was your day at school sweetie?" she asks like always, and I, just like always say "It was fine." because that's all school ever is, it's always fine or absolutely miserable. Mom does the thing where she ruffles up my hair and kisses me on the cheek. I sigh and make my way to my room.