Romeo, take me to somewhere we can be alone.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It's a love story, baby just say yes.
-- Taylor Swift, Love Story.
*
The next day after successfully pulling myself out of bed and getting ready to school, Adam and I boarded the same old scraped-yellow bus to school again.
As I stepped out of the bus, just the slightest first step, everyone was pointing at my way. What were they doing? Haven't their parents told you it was crude to point at someone? Geez. But that wasn't what I worried at that point, I was more or less confused and mortified.
Shuddering, I walked up another step with Adam behind me. Maybe he noticed it too(who wouldn't), because he grabbed my arm and cued me to stop.
"What the." he whispered. I nodded, and I looked at another side when another group of girls started laughing like wicked witches. A few boys who were big and bulky looked at my brother instead, and mouthed, "Bad sister."
"What the." I said, too.
Then Adam let go of my arm, "Your issue again. And it has to be mixed with my social status, not that it isn't bad enough." he left me and walked into the school. I just continued walking, was it my Jeans that made them laugh because as I walked another step, someone behind me cracked. I turned around swiftly as to cover my back. Nothing, no splotches of mud or anything. Was it my face? OMG. I ran into the restroom and checked. Okay, I admit I'm not a hot chic or any sort, but I looked - normal.
A girl wearing a pink tank top and her hair as blonde as Ashley Tisdale came out from a cubicle. Then she smiled a little, and started giggling as she walked out of the ladies'. What was wrong with me today?
I totally tried to remember what I've done or was going to do. Did I report some news that embarrassed someone? Or worse, did I embarrass myself by reporting someone that I'm not supposed to. But, I haven't done any writing on the school paper for a while...
And there aren't any other reporter relating to this, are there?
Not for the schoolpaper, at least. But his OWN newsletter - ANDREW!
I don't know what he's done but I'm messing with him. I burst out of the ladies and jerked away from the crowd. Some people were yelling, "Slut." at my direction.
Okay, isn't that just completely absolutely definitely positively ridiculously UNTRUE?!
Come on, you've been reading my thoughts and I've told you everything going on with my life and have you ever read me doing something nasty? Or, slutty!?
"Slut?!" I stopped, so taken aback. I raised my voice, "SLUT?" Everyone kept quiet as I took my stand. I turned around with a jab, and shouted. "Which heinous sap just called me a SLUT?"
I saw a raised hand, and then she walked out from the crowd. It was her, I forgot her name, but the girl who gave me this sinister smile and she was one of the prima donnas. She offered me for a game of netball, ring a bell?
"I'm Lynette." She introduced, as if this was some first-day-of-school routine. "And you must be? Oh right, a slut."
Everyone applauded for her as she walked closer towards me.
"What are you trying to do? I don't even know you." I asked, looking at her straight in the eye. Okay, right now, I wasn't feeling very well. Maybe all the books and movies might make me feel good and want to shout, 'You go, girl!' but for a situation with me actually in it, I don't really feel that way. Instead, the ground should open now.
"Yeah, but I know you." she smiled her same smug smile as she put her hands on her super model-ish bony hips. "And you smooched Ian, I've heard. Nice going, considering you're some freshman and uhm, if no one's told you, you're not very...pretty." she rolled her eyes as if nobody's realized.
Me, ugly. UGH.
"I kinda know who you are,"I said, grateful that she said what she said because it made me madder, "but I'm not sure what you are."
Out of a sudden, someone clapped. I turned around to face the crowd, now behind us. It's as if Lynette and me, we're just suddenly separated from the others because we were having this girl catfight. And because this guy was kind of, tall, I spotted him right away. No,not Ian,- after what I've gone through, you'd rather think I might want to run into his arms and cry my heart out and go whiny about how this...this...this UGH is treating me-, but Adam, my one and only brother. And strangely, I felt this trickle of emotion behind my eyelid - I was going to cry. I smiled thankfully at him, as he smiled back.
"Oh shut up, you big unhandsome junk." Lynette snapped.
She has been officially not exempted in my list of 'HATERS' and guess what, she's the only one.
*
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess.
It's a love story, baby just say yes.
-- Taylor Swift, Love Story.
*
The next day after successfully pulling myself out of bed and getting ready to school, Adam and I boarded the same old scraped-yellow bus to school again.
As I stepped out of the bus, just the slightest first step, everyone was pointing at my way. What were they doing? Haven't their parents told you it was crude to point at someone? Geez. But that wasn't what I worried at that point, I was more or less confused and mortified.
Shuddering, I walked up another step with Adam behind me. Maybe he noticed it too(who wouldn't), because he grabbed my arm and cued me to stop.
"What the." he whispered. I nodded, and I looked at another side when another group of girls started laughing like wicked witches. A few boys who were big and bulky looked at my brother instead, and mouthed, "Bad sister."
"What the." I said, too.
Then Adam let go of my arm, "Your issue again. And it has to be mixed with my social status, not that it isn't bad enough." he left me and walked into the school. I just continued walking, was it my Jeans that made them laugh because as I walked another step, someone behind me cracked. I turned around swiftly as to cover my back. Nothing, no splotches of mud or anything. Was it my face? OMG. I ran into the restroom and checked. Okay, I admit I'm not a hot chic or any sort, but I looked - normal.
A girl wearing a pink tank top and her hair as blonde as Ashley Tisdale came out from a cubicle. Then she smiled a little, and started giggling as she walked out of the ladies'. What was wrong with me today?
I totally tried to remember what I've done or was going to do. Did I report some news that embarrassed someone? Or worse, did I embarrass myself by reporting someone that I'm not supposed to. But, I haven't done any writing on the school paper for a while...
And there aren't any other reporter relating to this, are there?
Not for the schoolpaper, at least. But his OWN newsletter - ANDREW!
I don't know what he's done but I'm messing with him. I burst out of the ladies and jerked away from the crowd. Some people were yelling, "Slut." at my direction.
Okay, isn't that just completely absolutely definitely positively ridiculously UNTRUE?!
Come on, you've been reading my thoughts and I've told you everything going on with my life and have you ever read me doing something nasty? Or, slutty!?
"Slut?!" I stopped, so taken aback. I raised my voice, "SLUT?" Everyone kept quiet as I took my stand. I turned around with a jab, and shouted. "Which heinous sap just called me a SLUT?"
I saw a raised hand, and then she walked out from the crowd. It was her, I forgot her name, but the girl who gave me this sinister smile and she was one of the prima donnas. She offered me for a game of netball, ring a bell?
"I'm Lynette." She introduced, as if this was some first-day-of-school routine. "And you must be? Oh right, a slut."
Everyone applauded for her as she walked closer towards me.
"What are you trying to do? I don't even know you." I asked, looking at her straight in the eye. Okay, right now, I wasn't feeling very well. Maybe all the books and movies might make me feel good and want to shout, 'You go, girl!' but for a situation with me actually in it, I don't really feel that way. Instead, the ground should open now.
"Yeah, but I know you." she smiled her same smug smile as she put her hands on her super model-ish bony hips. "And you smooched Ian, I've heard. Nice going, considering you're some freshman and uhm, if no one's told you, you're not very...pretty." she rolled her eyes as if nobody's realized.
Me, ugly. UGH.
"I kinda know who you are,"I said, grateful that she said what she said because it made me madder, "but I'm not sure what you are."
Out of a sudden, someone clapped. I turned around to face the crowd, now behind us. It's as if Lynette and me, we're just suddenly separated from the others because we were having this girl catfight. And because this guy was kind of, tall, I spotted him right away. No,not Ian,- after what I've gone through, you'd rather think I might want to run into his arms and cry my heart out and go whiny about how this...this...this UGH is treating me-, but Adam, my one and only brother. And strangely, I felt this trickle of emotion behind my eyelid - I was going to cry. I smiled thankfully at him, as he smiled back.
"Oh shut up, you big unhandsome junk." Lynette snapped.
She has been officially not exempted in my list of 'HATERS' and guess what, she's the only one.
*
