I will be popular – chapter 1

Well, this is not an official diary of mine.
You can buy one on the book store in your neighborhood.
The only reason why I'm writing these lines is because I can't write this story in my diary. People really want to know how did I get to all I've got to
They don't care about phantasy, legends, myths or anything else that ever happened to me that doesn't count as "normal".
Well, all my life were kinda lame accept the last time, cause I'm one of the richest person on Earth, and another time when I was…. This is hard to say.
Let me tell you all the story.
It all begins at the seventh grade. The middle school.
I left my elementary school, I felt ashamed of being what I am.
I have two things that always made me different.
First of all, I'm a jew. Jew.
I never wore a dome to school,
I didn't have the curls in my hair,
And because I was so ashamed in being a jew,
I never celebrated a Bar-Mitzva.
I don't know why, but being a jew was like a mark of cain.
I was at school full of christians, and they all educated about jews being weird.
The seccond and the worst thing and the most relevant to the plot is the fact that I'm a geek.
People aren't nice to me because I'm the geek. I have two lefty legs and I can't even dribble a ball in a basketball game.
All the boys in my classroom always laught at me while they're running in their basketball suits with their personal number and I'm the only boy who doesn't have blue sports shorts and I'm also the only boy who doesn't have beautiful face or body.
Some of the boys had muscles and "Six-Pack" and beautiful hair or eyes.
The most terrible person was Jamie. He had blond hair and green-gray eyes and stupid smile smeared on his face while he kicks the ball into the gate.
At the same day that I'll never forget he was wearing green sport shorts and a dark blue shirt.
He clearly forgot to comb in that day, and so do I.
Another person that I'll never forget is Carter. My best friend. Maybe he was at the basketball team, but he was nice to me. He gave up at least 70% of the school-recesses to be with me and not training with his team.
Anyway, it was one day before the elections day for the class president. I was nervouse cause it was the first time I ever ran for presidantion.
I knew that my chances to win were equal to the chances that I'll become super popular tomorrow. Not a big chances, ha?
Anyway, all the participants had to speech today and tomorrow to have another speech.
Tomorrow it was the day when the people chose their president and believe me, I'm still shocked of the results.