In short, they are the worst fucking terrorists in the universe.
-Basic-
Typically they are slender, white, warm-blooded females aged nine to thirteen, even though most
teeny boppers are twelve.
-Appearance-
Looks are the most important thing for them in the entire universe. They somehow think they are allowed wear mini skirts with tank tops, which in my case I think reveals too much of their scrawniness altogether.
They wear loads of makeup every day, but the only makeup tip they know is that light pink eye shadow is the "only" thing that looks good on pale-skinned girls.
Teeny boppers usually have tiny mosquito-bite tits that they think everyone is jealous of. They get so excited about periods and bras.
-Language-
I love you, sweet heart.
"kmxmf0f 0oH huNNi*~!!! ilk TtYL lUuUuurRve y00!"
I don't know.
"hmmmmmm idk *shwuGs*"
I think he's totally the
hottest guy ever.
"Omgzzz x3!!!!11 Hez ttly hAWt!!!111111 i i i meeeen th hAwTeSt GuY eVAhHHHHaaaA!!!!!!"
Magazines
"Magz"
Manicures and pedicures
"Maniz N Pedizz"
-Stuff-
Want an iPod for Christmas or have one.
Of course, the iPod is pink. Sometimes, but very rarely,
it is white, but with pink rhinestones.
They wear "perfume" that is actually a cheap ass body spray they bought at the 99-cent store.
-Activities-
Chatting online with a 40-year-old man they assume is thirteen.
Shopping.
Gymnastics or dance.
Making stupid little clubs with their friends that end up stop having meetings.
-Media-
Magazines like J-14, Tiger Beat, M, and Bop.
MTV.
"Period" books like Are You There God, It's Me Margaret; Your Body & You; etc.