Just a Rant of a Sophomore

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You know what I hate? Girls. Evil. Little. Girls. You know them, they're in the bathroom. The classroom. Your mind. They stare and sneer as you walk down the halls. Your doing all you can to not break down and cry as they loom over you and giggle with their obnoxious little laughter.

I don't see any real reason as to why they choose to be bi- witches, yeah. Witches. I mean I have heard the stories all my school years. Oh, no! They're just taking it out on you because they're home life is horrible. No, They didn't mean it! No stop complaining, they probably have it worst then you do! Well you know what I think? I think- no I know, that theyre doing it all for the hell of it.

Wait! What? You think I'm being the heartless one?! Aw hell no. Compared to them I am the goddamn witch of the freaking EAST! And who are they? I know. Their the ones who melted when water touched their precious, delicate , perfect skin!

While I was in Elementary School, their was this one bully [Who was shorter than me BTW] who would follow me around calling me names such as : Fat Ass, Loner, It; and many other things of which I have no intention of remembering for the sake of my sanity. I tried to inform the teachers, and what did they do? Zilch! Zip! Nadda! They just sat there in their little classrooms, twiddling their stupid thumbs as I got mentally torn down on the playground!

But then Elementary was over. I loved that summer the best.

But then Middle School started. Wait! Here's the really juicy stuff.

7th grade was the worst school year of my life. Not only was I stuck with the worst teachers in the entire school [and what I mean is that they didn't give a damn if we failed or passed] but I was stuck with this one girl, Caitlyn, who was in every single one of my classes; and she would sit behind me with her slutty little friends [Im telling the truth] and talk  'shit' about me.

She would say that I was and I quote, "That goddamn abomination". I broke down crying in the girl's restroom that year. Twice. 

But then in 8th grade year. It was Valentine's Day. And what does that bitch do? She sends me a goddamn valentine that the teachers would pass out. And written in her ''perfect" handwriting said, "Dear Lidija Vaseline , I hope you know that you should have never been born. You're an abomination. Love, Anonymous. "[she also made fun of my last name which by the way is Vasilyev, not vasiline]

I wanted to tear her little head right the fuck off!

Pardon my French.

But in High School, it all stopped. It was so quiet of her piercing little laughs and snide remarks I swear I could have heard a pen dropped.

Then I moved to Texas.

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Sorry, guys, for the rant. Just wanted to get that off my back. I love Texas, way more than Nevada.