Week In Review: Homework + Stress, “Jokes” v. Bullying, Crying at my NEC Audition, The Day The Pretzels Flew, School Starting, and True Friends.
Well. I had a… shitty Wednesday last week, to say the least. (no intro #rebel)
I mean, the school part of it was all fine, as “fine” as school could be. No math homework, at least. Surprising, since we’re on the third day of school and Ms. Raskin is usually all “THAT’S IT! DOUBLE HOMEWORK!” Thank God not today, though!
It all went downhill after school.
I usually ride the bus after school, so I trudged out in the gray drizzle out to the bus stop. And just my luck, Caitlyn and two of her and Madison’s closest friends- ooooo, name-choosing, my favorite- Ana and Daisy. Ana and Daisy sometimes ride the bus, and rarely, Caitlyn too. Caitlyn and Ana live in my neighborhood.
Bit of background on Ana and Daisy (i don’t think they’ll be in many situations, so they aren’t on the Who’s Who page): I actually used to like Ana, before she started hanging out with Madison and Caitlyn. Now she’s mean and just like them, which is too bad. She used to be pretty funny and nice. Daisy has been Madison’s best friend for a long time. Can we- please, can we just pause and applaud her, knowing that Madison is a rude, manipulative bitch? Madison’s actually made her cry a few times, but other than that, they’re inseperable. Daisy’s actually not mean at all, considering her friend group. She’s sweet and short and cute. Like, well, like a daisy. *winks awkwardly*
And then… the VILLAIN!!! *smiles evilly* I get to call people whatever I want… let’s call this guy… *rubs hands together like a mad genius*… TRUMPILCIOUS!!!!! Named after possibly the most disturbing fanfic on Wattpad. I know you want to search it up now, but PLEASE. Don’t. I spent a solid 5 minutes afterwards wondering what the literal fuck I was doing with my life. Similarly, after talking to Trumpilicious after a few minutes, you’ll wonder what the literal fuck you are doing with your life.
He’s so annoying. He also, unfortunately, lives in my neighborhood. My mom and I both consider him distasteful, my mom because she once saw him shoving a plate of chips into his bag before stepping into our car, and me because, well, ew. Before this incident, I disliked him. Now, I STRONGLY dislike him. Hate him, even.
So I was talking to my brother, Nate, while out of the corner of my eye, I saw Trumpilicious moving toward us after mingling with Caitlyn, Ana, and Daisy. Probably asking them to join his cult “religion”. Lately he’s been trying to convince poor, innocent souls right from the hallway if they want to join said “religion”. The religion, in question, is called “Giant Stack Of Chairs”. Disturbingly, he has 20 followers (bribes? blackmail?)
You see why I dislike him?
And right off, he starts talking bullshit about how I supposedly have a “crush” on him- I do not, just so y’all know- and I immediately got defensive. Just something about me: I don’t know when to shut up when my privacy, dignity, or someone I care about’s opinion is at stake. I will doggedly pursue the offender until I have emerged triumphant. I won’t stop, I swear it.
He uses some bullshit evidence and I just kept getting more and more pissed off. Wrong decision apparently, because he’s like, “oh, see guys? she’s getting defensive! that means she likes me!”
this is the kind of bullshit reasoning that that douchebag managed to rack out of his imbecile little brain. I’m impressed by the fact that he even manages the task of reasoning, judging from the size of his almost nonexistent brain. (I think I’ve been having too many sass fights…?)
He started telling a lot of people like Ar-derp the Aardvark and Lance the Liver (lovely and mature nicknames!) who I both hate. Lance is a really big gossip and Arthur will tell his friends, who also have big mouths. I was so mad, so so so mad, that Trumpilicious was spreading this kind of completely false, straight-up lies with absolutely no basis.
They were like “ha hold up, boy” and then saw me and: “yep. she does.”
But Trumpilicious wasn’t done with the humiliation! Oh no, of course he wasn’t. He went up to Caitlyn, Ana, and Daisy. I freaked out. I didn’t want them to hear these lies. Plus, I still wanted them to- well, not like me, but at least not hate me? So I ran down just in time to hear the tail end of, “isn’t is so obvious Hanna likes me?” I gave them a pleading look. I knew they would back me up.
“Yeah, she does,” said Caitlyn and Ana agreed. Daisy didn’t say anything, just looked away a little sadly.
So, evidently not. I was like, “Guys, seriously?! It’s TRUMPILICIOUS!!!” And they were like, “Yeah, you like him, or you wouldn’t be acting like that.”
I was like, Well, fuckity-fuck fuck, thanks Trumpilicious for absolutely nothing, you bastard.
So the bus got there, but of course, Arthur, Caitlyn, Ana, Daisy and Trumpilicious ALL RODE THE GODDDAMN BUS. So the bus ride was pretty shitty too. I was so miserable because I knew everyone would spread this rumor and Trumpilicious is a douchebag that only other douchebags could ever like. And I am not a douchebag. BITCH I’M A DEVIL-UNICORN AND THERE AIN’T NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME.
They were all teasing me so much and it hurt that Caitlyn and Ana were also teasing me cuz I didn’t think they would. I moved away from Trumpilicious about halfway through because he sat across from me to annoy me, and he only stopped being annoying when he saw I was crying. Yes I cried at this shit, what can I say? INFJs are sensitive.
At one point, I vividly remember telling them, WHILE CRYING BY THE WAY, “Wow, this tells me about the sort of people you are.” And Ana’s reply: “Ha, you think we care?”
BITCH YOU SHOULD CARE IF ELLE WERE HERE SHE WOULD ROAST YOUR ASS AND TELL YOU THAT YOU SHOULD START THINKING ABOUT YOUR FUTURE BEFORE YOU END UP IN A CARDBOARD BOX UNDER A BRIDGE
But that was a little painful, knowing that they don’t care about their rudeness, if they’re making people miserable. Also since Ana used to actually be a good person.
My stop was the VERY LAST STOP so I had to listen to Caitlyn and Ana and Trumpilicious giving me grief. It was terrible. I had to get comfort from a younger girl (one grade younger, but still)! Of course, neither of my parents were very sympathetic; the most they did was tell me the other kids were stupid, which of course I already knew, but STILL. A HUG would have been nice. They told me everyone would forget it, but I thought that people were gonna believe the rumor and no one would want to hang out with me.
Not true; it is unfortunate that Caitlyn and Arthur, along with Hadriel, sit at my science table. People did forget it (unfortunately! I thought out a bunch of really good comebacks. and I didn’t get to use them 😦 ), but Caitlyn and Arthur still talk about it, but I always react more calmly because I realized my reactions just added fuel to the fire. They tried convincing Hadriel a few days ago that I liked Trumpilicious but I was like, “We’ll just that Hadriel decide for himself.” I shot him a look but his face was passive. WHY ARE BOYS SO DULL AND ABSENT-MINDED I NEEDED TO KNOW WHAT HE THOUGHT
I probably should have let you know a while ago, but school started on Thursday the 4th, so a really long time ago. Not much happened. School. Stress. Late night homework. School. More random shit.
I found out my real friends. It seems that over the course of the 3 or so years that I’ve been here, I discover better friends each year. Take lunch, for example. Normally I would have set with Riley and my other friends, but they were all hanging out with Caitlyn and Madison’s group. So I sat with Elle and Anjali instead, and the whole experience was so much better. So go me! True besties!
This is all out of order with the title, but I’m just gonna go with it. No doubt you’re wondering, “pretzels do not fly. Perhaps I should start thinking about recommending some therapy for her…?” I shall tell you the story! So my school doesn’t have normal swings, but instead 2 tire swings and a big pushy thing that you can put toddlers in. I don’t know why. It really doesn’t make sense. But at any rate, I was sitting on one with Anjali and Elle, eating pretzels. I saw Madison standing near the gaga ball pit and I had the irrational urge to throw one at her, even though I was too far away. So I threw it. Anjali and Elle scolded me. It landed at the feet of a teacher, who…
LOOKED UP AT THE SKY. GOD HELP US, pretzels do not fly from the sky!! I was laughing about that all day :).
Ugh it’s late and I’m already at 1500 words. I’ll finish it up tomorrow but for now, bonsoir, mes licornes, and see you tomorrow!
xo Hanna
