“Weird”- Chapter 3

I stand up and brush the pebbles off of me. The pebbles had pressed in to my hand and made little marks.  The marks were like my life, scattered, unexpected, and sometimes out of order.

The next day, I walked in to homeroom. I sat down and got out my stuff.  Our teacher gave us time before the first period bell to just hang out, go to our lockers, and get our stuff out.  A girl in my class named Anna came up to me. Immediately, a big neon sign saying “UH-OH!” flashed in my head. I had a history with this girl. You see, in fourth grade, I used to be friends with her. Until I wised up and realized that she was using me for homework answers and so that she could spit back whatever I said to her “real” friends and use it as gossip material. I dumped her like a hot potato. In fifth grade, she came back for revenge and bullied me mercilessly. I learned to ignore it becuase by the end of the fifth grade, I found my real friends and finally learned just to be myself, even if the real me is different. In sixth grade, I gained the admiration of the boys, who I sometimes liked, becuase they were less judgemental than girls, but sometimes hated because they were annoying, teasing jerks. Anyway, this girl came up to me. That day, I wore the llama shirt my sister made me. (Confession: I have a llama obsession and my sister sometimes is nice.)  She asked me a few humiliating questions. By the time she finished her interrogation, I was gripping my book so hard I thought I would rip it apart. I yelled at her. She acted innocent. Typical.

Fast foward to sixth period. I’m sitting in math. I’m ready to kill the kid that sits next to me since he stole my eraser and won’t give it back. Jerk. SO typical.

Fast foward to five P.M. I’m talking about my day. TYPICAL!

GRRRRRRR!