the prologue

I thought you might want to know that this is a true story. Whatever I write on this blog is the truth and just the truth. Thats partly the reason why i decided to write a blog. Its because when you write on a blog, you know people will read it, and you are telling someone, unlike in a diary-come on, the white pages of a book are hardly a person. 

*the names in this story have been changed

My name is Ally. Im thirteen, and live in London. Im quite small for my age, have blue eyes, blonde hair, no boobs, am quite skinny, and do lots of ballet. I dont think that I am pretty. My friends tell me I am, but to be honest I don't. I used to have a really nice life. My best friend was called Annie, and we were the best friends the world has ever seen. We both really wanted to know boys, and we went to all the year eight discos. Then one day, during half term, we went to the hurricane disco. We wore shorts, tied up shirt, war paint, and, for once, not too much makeup. At the end of the disco, I had the idea of having a pullathon-a competition where you try and get off with the most boys you possibly can. I got with 24, and she got with 26-but she is the most stunning girl i have ever seen, shes beautfiful, nice, sweet, funny, and just amazing. These twenty four boys all went to St. Johns School. They were the year above, and I thought we were all amazingly cool. Annie ended up going out with one of the boys-his name was Josh. He was really fit, and they went out for two months. He sent her the most amazing texts, which in the end made her got to second with him (fingering). After that, he bacame a complete dickhead to her and began to prank call her all the time-she dumped him, and began to go out with michael saify. I liked a boy called Alex Lie.He was not very fit, but the one who talked the most to me on msn-that the problem with me- i dont realy care who i go out with, instead all i want is a boy to really like me-to feel loved.Well that all went down the drain because his old girl friend claudia began to stalk me and make me tel her things he told me about her-so he stopped liking me. I doubt he ever did like me in the beginging- probably a figment of my imagination. Who would want to go out with a girl in the year under- with a not too pretty face, no boobs, and a terrible figure. so yeah, i dunno-wait-i have to go-more to come very soon x x x