So when I was twelve, grade six seemed so grown up & old. My main passion was to write in a fashion magazine, in those years that's where the supermodels got discovered.
You were either an Elle, a Cindy (my favourite) a Naomi and lastly a Linda. Bringing a Cleo magazine to school was so exciting at the time, considering I was recovering from 15 stitches but that's a story for another time... Anyway, just as I enter the room in my crutches, my teacher looks down at the Mag and then confiscates HER.
I was mortified & questioned her decision, she then said "I'll speak to you after class". Ok so schools finished and my teacher rips out my MAG from her desk draw. She then adds "Do you realise what it says on the front cover"? I reply "Yes it says Cleo" she then adds "No, read the big red writing in the top right corner" I then read exactly that and literally die right there in front of her (celebrity penises, Who really measures up!). In my defence, I just bought the MAG & was 12 going on 24..