Page 11 - When I Was... a Girl by Oliwia Penkala

“Er…what lady? Are we taking a girl with us?” "Well, aren’t you a girl?” I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. I didn't know what to say. I just forgot that now I have tits. Private School! A school for the rich kids! I am definitely in paradise. I've heard that in such a school they can do what they want. I. AM. IN. A. PARADISE!! I raised my hands above my head in the gesture of victory and danced my dance of happiness. I went into the classroom where I had my first lesson (I found my lesson plan in the pocket of my uniform) and I threw my backpack on the last bench. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, and I just sat down on the chair. Suddenly, a tall brunette came into the classroom and honoured me with her mocking smile. "Wow." I said having forgotten (again) about my sex. She was one of those girls that hundreds of boys go wild about, but today I was Maggie. Miss Maggie Nobody who is afraid to talk to boys. *A BELL IN MY HEAD* I have a great idea! Like always. I can make Maggie take the place of the brunette. One day - that's all I need. Oh, maybe two with these clothes. "Hi, shawty." The girl looked at me as if I was crazy. Maybe I am. Who cares. "Who are you, shawty?" She said, the last word a bit sarcastic, and I - Marco Roger Victor Kidd - don't like sarcastic girls. 11