The Nerdy & the Dirty
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the nerdy and the dirty by Bt God. Friend read by Kathleen France Chapter four pen. Penelope, why aren't you taking notes? Mr Brave? You're asked me. I didn't answer because even though I heard him, I didn't really hear him. Maybe because he was using my real name, which I hate, but more like he was a television show on in the background that I could ignore. Except he wasn't. He was my algebra teacher. He talked like an overeducated zombie. Penelope. He said again. Oh, yeah, I heard him again. But really hurt him this time. Guess I should say something. Yeah, I never speak in class. Just one word. Answers like that. I don't speak much in life either. I don't know how to think like normal people, so I shouldn't try to talk like them. I'm quiet. So quiet. Always. Really. Take notes. Said Mr Brave Yer. Yeah, I said. Then put my pen to my no pad chances of me taking actual math notes. Zero. But Mr Brave here didn't need to know that it wasn't his fault. Somebody was stupid enough to pay him 70 G's a year to teach kids stuff. They don't care about. It wasn't my fault either. Onboard thinking about how boring algebra is. Can you imagine how boring it would be if I actually paid attention? I have a boyfriend. His name's Paul, Paul and Pen, pen and Paul. We've been dating since eighth grade. We're juniors in high school now, so we've been dating so long. We're practically married, but not really married. He's great and hot and nice, and he never once has mentioned to my scar. Also, I should mention he's Catholic. So am I, I suppose. But he's really Catholic. We still have sex, but he hates himself after every time we do it. So we don't do it that much, which is fine with me. I'd rather masturbate. I don't tell Paul I masturbate. He's Catholic, Remember? Really Catholic. A Catholic girl who masturbates is like Satan. So I don't tell anyone I do it, except when I have conversations with myself. Like now I'm probably crazy, but no one knows I'm crazy because I can fake being normal so well, so fake, so, so, so fake. But, you know, I'm tired of faking it. Yeah, I'm tired of it.