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My parents must have been pinning for a baby boy when I was born. For, they definitely named me after one. I mean seriously who names a baby girl Riley, of all the feminine names in the world, they have to give me a name that is more often a boy's than a girl's. Now I have to constantly deal with the confusion of my boy name. Ever since I was little, on the first day of school, the teachers would always call my name and want everyone to introduce our self to the class. When calling Riley, the teachers always search for a boy's face in the sea of faces. The look on their face is priceless when I stand up and they realize that I am in fact a female. Also, its not like I'll ever be able to have a good nickname. The only nickname you could derive from the name Riley would be rye, and who wants to have a nickname that is a type of bread. My friends in particular fine it highly amusing to call me that. Now that I'm in high school, I make a point of expressing myself. That's what I told my parents anyway when I decided to dye my hair blue. They didn't take it very well. But what do I care, its not like they really care about what I do, they only care about the bad impressions I make on their rich co-workers and friends. They always say that it's so embarrassing to be seen with me in public with my bright blue hair. But I must say that I would rather be seen with the most nerdish guy is school, than to hang out with such phonies and posers as my parents are. My parents are such the fakers. They always try to act the part of being a rich person. Always remodeling the house and kitchen; buying the most recent plasma flat screen television or the priciest cell phones and laptops that are so thin that I'm surprised they don't break from the slightest touch of a finger. But what do I know; I'm just a crazy, rebellious, blue streaked haired teenager who is just so naïve and knows nothing about the world. My friends and I decided to dye our hair a couple months ago during spring break. We were going to dye our hair exotic colors and see who's parents would react the worst. The plan was to dye our hair whatever our favorite color was. Too bad mine was blue. Everyone knows that my favorite color is blue due to the fact that all my artwork is usually painted blue, even my laptop desktop is a blue rose. Of course my friends' favorite colors changed temporarily to black, blonde, brunette, and a reddish brown color. I was the only one that stuck to such an exotic hair color. Although Shawn was close to dying his hair neon green. I love my blue streaked hair though. During English class, I always enjoy twirling a blue strand around my finger and pissing the teacher off. It's amazing how much of a fuss people make when someone has blue hair. That spring break, my parents took my bratty little sister and myself to Disneyland. Never go to an airport if you have brightly colored hair. I mean seriously, the security kept checking my carry-on bags and waving that metal detector thing everywhere, as if I planned on bringing explosives on to the plane or something. Yes, I'm an emotionally unstable, psychotic teenager who just happens to be a suicidal terrorist all because I have blue streaked hair. Don't even get me started about when we actually went to the Disneyland theme park. All the little kids pointed and started at my hair while the parents were secretly whispering to see if I was indeed some new Disney character unknown to them. All the while, my little devil of a sister snickers and talks to her other 8-year-old friends on her new pimped out cell phone. Other than having blue streaked hair, I really don't have any other outstanding physical appearances. No, piercing for me please, the two holes in my ears are good enough for me. Tattoos are banned from the school I go to. Although technically it shouldn't be since they force us to take art class to inspire our imagination, as it is. What's so wrong about showing it on our skin instead of a piece of paper or canvas? I hate our school's education system. Not like the rules and regulations ever actually stop anyone from doing them anyway. Only just yesterday, my friend Tiffany showed me the tattoo she got done by her mom's ex-boyfriend or something like that. It was a pink butterfly that was on her hip. I mean, way to be creative, a butterfly, how original. I guess I can't blame her though, if I ever got one I'd probably get a blue rose and that's not very original either. My friend Tiffany is rather annoying and irritating. It's just her personality to be obnoxiously loud and flirtatious to all of the male population. She's even flirty with the male teachers; some are probably ancient enough to be her father or even grandfather. Yesterday after she showed me her tattoo in the girls' bathroom, I heard her flirting with Mr. Donaldson, the horrifically hideous PE teacher, in the hallway. I'm surprised that Mr. Donaldson's equally hideous wife, who happens to be the cafeteria lady, didn't come striding down the hallway hurling the rock solid meatballs at her. I should tell her that if she ever does end up in the hospital, unconscious or with a concussion from Mrs. Meatball Lady. It's her fault for flirting with so many guys in the first place, especially teachers. I wonder if she only does it to get the teachers to boost her grades up, for she definitely needs it. I would never do anything such as flirting with teacher, just to boost my grades. I consider myself to be a reasonably intelligent Homo sapien. In intermediate school I was able to maintain a grade point average of 4.0 throughout all four semesters. Now that I attend high school, it’s a different matter. I still achieve reasonably good grades, like As, A-s, and the occasional B+, but its not like I'm a 4.0 student anymore. I really wish I was, but the lesson criteria and curriculum is much more advanced than it was in intermediate. Like I said, I hate the education system.