beeyatch

I don't quite know when I started to be a real bitch.

As a little girl, I've always been spoiled rotten being the first grandchild. I always had my way. If I didn't get my way, I would throw huge tantrums.

Even at school, at first I would sit with the little quiet girls, but I would end up sitting next to the noisy girls who would gradually influence me into becoming "bad."

No one really knew. I looked like a prim little miss, rarely speaking out and always smiling.

But I was never one to root for clean-cut Betty (Boring), since I absolutely made Veronica (Beeyatch) as my idol. I always had sympathy for the much-maligned bitches, while secretly wanting to bring down the goody-goody two-shoes of the world.

It does take a lot of effort to be nice and smile.

How long can I keep this up?