Danielle’s chronicles

Heyy. My names Danielle. Until recently, I was in 7th grade at a public middle school with all of my friends. Of course, when a few of them got drunk at party, they stole a car and parked it in my backyard. And of course, I got busted with it.

My Dad decided that it would be best to send me off to a more…religious school. From here, at the steps of St. Pilar’s, do I write my account of how this freaking Catholic school gave me the best thing that ever happened to me……


Tuesday, 5:36 A.M….

“Danielle, you’re gonna be late for school!”
“God, that bitch won’t shut up!!”

I was frantically running aroud my room looking for my uniform pieces that my older brother apparantly thought would be funny to hide. And of course, it just happens as im running around with only my laced bra and panties on that he walked out of his room.
“Holy sht! Watch where your going!”
“God im gonna screw you when I get home!”

“Is that an threat or an invite?”

I just punched him in the arm and kept running…



Tuesday, 6:22 A.M…..

Well, I finally made it out of the house with my uniform and everything. Now I live in Virginia. Really freaking cold. And I couldn’t find my jacket or pants to wear under my skirt. Doesn’t help much that we have only white shirts and a tie to wear. I looked like a Catholic school girl Slut with my tits practically BEAMING through the shirt.
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I figure that I should give a little description of myself for my enteries.