School
Title: School
Rating: G
Fandom: Home Improvement
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: Jill thought of highschool as a popularity contest that she'd missed the memo on
02 - SCHOOL
Jill thought of highschool as a popularity contest that she'd missed the memo on.
The anorexic-hair-twirling girls practically throwing themselves at the boys, then tallying the score. Too many made you a slut, too little made you a mole. Jill was a mole. No, she was less than that, she was a frigid nerd.
Jill prided herself on her grades, her position on the school paper, and her say in the happenings of the school, (she was a prefect after all). But according to Angela-Britney, this wasn't something to be proud of.
Angela-Britney was an obvious character, a blonde barbie that appeared to be more plastic than human. Not a zit would ever blemish her skin, nor would dark rings ever stain the space beneath her eyes. Her hair was that blonde that was so natural it had to be fake, and her blue-blue eyes were the colour of oceans and tides. She was drop-dead-barbie-doll gorgeous, and she knew it too.
Jill on the other hand, was short, chubby and pimply, with too-big glasses, and brown hair glued to her scalp. She wasn't pretty, and she knew it - so did everyone else in the school.
But that was ok, because it was highschool, and everyone grows out of highschool.
Angela-Britney grew out of her barbie looks, and into pre-mature wrinkles, fading eyes, and too-large love handles due to her bodies exhaustion of pumping out children. So now, 40-years old, with a much older husband who still wears her like a charm, and 8 children as ugly as their Father, none with her previous looks, Jill can safely say she ended up with the better end of the stick.
Because Jill grew out of her glasses and pimples, she grew out of the puppy-fat and glued-down hair, and when she was still at that icky-in-between stage, a man took notice. Tim met her when she was at her worst and fell in love with her, and that always reassures her when she doubts him. She has three gorgeous boys
who will succeed at whatever they try, and she has a career.
But best of all, Jill can now remember high school with a smile. She can remember Angela-Britney's smarmy grin, her attractive looks, and her gorgeous skin, and know that it's all gone. She can remember the times that Angela-Britney mocked her, and bullied her, and kicked her books, and know that never again, because next year is a school reunion, and Jill will go, with her handsome, funny husband and her three beautiful children, and she'll only have three words to say to Ms Angela-Britney...
Take that, bitch!
Rating: G
Fandom: Home Improvement
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue
Summary: Jill thought of highschool as a popularity contest that she'd missed the memo on
02 - SCHOOL
Jill thought of highschool as a popularity contest that she'd missed the memo on.
The anorexic-hair-twirling girls practically throwing themselves at the boys, then tallying the score. Too many made you a slut, too little made you a mole. Jill was a mole. No, she was less than that, she was a frigid nerd.
Jill prided herself on her grades, her position on the school paper, and her say in the happenings of the school, (she was a prefect after all). But according to Angela-Britney, this wasn't something to be proud of.
Angela-Britney was an obvious character, a blonde barbie that appeared to be more plastic than human. Not a zit would ever blemish her skin, nor would dark rings ever stain the space beneath her eyes. Her hair was that blonde that was so natural it had to be fake, and her blue-blue eyes were the colour of oceans and tides. She was drop-dead-barbie-doll gorgeous, and she knew it too.
Jill on the other hand, was short, chubby and pimply, with too-big glasses, and brown hair glued to her scalp. She wasn't pretty, and she knew it - so did everyone else in the school.
But that was ok, because it was highschool, and everyone grows out of highschool.
Angela-Britney grew out of her barbie looks, and into pre-mature wrinkles, fading eyes, and too-large love handles due to her bodies exhaustion of pumping out children. So now, 40-years old, with a much older husband who still wears her like a charm, and 8 children as ugly as their Father, none with her previous looks, Jill can safely say she ended up with the better end of the stick.
Because Jill grew out of her glasses and pimples, she grew out of the puppy-fat and glued-down hair, and when she was still at that icky-in-between stage, a man took notice. Tim met her when she was at her worst and fell in love with her, and that always reassures her when she doubts him. She has three gorgeous boys
who will succeed at whatever they try, and she has a career.
But best of all, Jill can now remember high school with a smile. She can remember Angela-Britney's smarmy grin, her attractive looks, and her gorgeous skin, and know that it's all gone. She can remember the times that Angela-Britney mocked her, and bullied her, and kicked her books, and know that never again, because next year is a school reunion, and Jill will go, with her handsome, funny husband and her three beautiful children, and she'll only have three words to say to Ms Angela-Britney...
Take that, bitch!