Limo Rental Shows Dorky Thirteen Year Old He is Special
I am, like, the dorkiest kid in school. No seriously– the dorkiest. I have glasses that are so thick, if I hold them wrong, I might set the whole cafeteria on fire and take the track field and gym along with it. Hey, that is not a bad idea, but I think I am getting off the subject.
What makes me even dorkier is that I am the color of milk, measure only five feet and weigh eighty-seven pounds. Oh, and I live in Los Angeles. Otherwise known as, “The Land of the Beautiful.”
I am thirteen and already in the tenth grade. I am the first in my class. Like I said, Dorksville.
Suffice it to say that I have only two friends, who are almost as dorky as I am. Well, three friends but my third friend is ninety-two years old. He lives next door to me.
When my birthday rolls around, I don’t usually have any parties. It would be too embarrassing to invite people who would dunk me in the toilet as a thank you. The last time I had a party was in the fourth grade. Don’t even ask me to reminisce about it.
My parents worry about me and when they thought I wasn’t listening, they were talking about my upcoming birthday and how they wanted to make it special for me.
Actually, I have to give my parents credit. They hit on a great idea. They decided to rent a limo.
Okay, it sounds cliche. This is LA after all. But my parents aren’t your typical Hollywood types. They just thought I would get a kick out of a party in a limo. The theme of the night would be mad scientist. So
