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to make myself feel better.

But first, I'm going to explain what happened.
My friend's seat got jacked. They moved his stuff to the floor. I get pissed. They tell him, "Your stuff was already on the floor." Oh, yes, that was an amazing excuse to steal his seat.
So I tell the girl who said that, "No, it wasn't." (That really surprised me. I didn't even know that I got the courage to even say something.) Guess they really piss me off. Yeah, I'm pretty sure they do.
Anyways, I just turn around (still in a bit of a shock about what I said) and try to calm down. I surprise myself even more by swearing under my breath (apparently too loudly) "wow, that's f*cking retarded." Theres a girl that turns around and looks at me. Oops. My bad.

I learn. Grah. Blah.

Then we have to answer these questions on the back of this article. Everythings fine for the first few minutes. They go into a group. They talk. I don't care. I play a trick on a person whos funny to play tricks on. I laugh like crazy. They start laughing at me. I guess I laugh funny. (Who would've known? .__.;; )

I didn't know they were laughing at me until my friend asks, "Hey, why are they laughing at you?" I just turn around and say, "I don't care." It only bothered me slightly. Just slightly.

Then they start talking about me. At least I just start noticing. They're saying things like, "Wow, she's sooo loud. She was quieter last year." (Guess they liked that. Eh.), "Why does she hang out with him so much?" (About my friend. I'm not sure if they said that, but I'm definitely sure they said,) "I think she likes him."

And for the record, I don't. He's my best friend.

And the part that bothers me the most, (I don't even know why), is that the girl I got mad at said, "She didn't even look at me." Probably talking about how 'I think I'm the sh!t but I'm not.'.

I looked her dead in the eye. She didn't even glance at me.

After that I was quiet, they probably thought it was working. I wish I could've stood up for myself. Say something like.. "Hey, are you guys talking about me?" Bet my dad would've said something. .___.; Actually, I would've wanted him to talk to them. Haha.

Yeah so anyways... I was on the verge of crying but my friend helped me a little. I really hate people talking about me. I calmed down and tried to ignore them. But I guess they made a pathetic attempt to throw a pencil at me. Oh, my self esteem. It hurts. By a pencil. Of all things!

Freeeeaaking.

I don't know. This is a retarded thing to rant about. But I'm only in middle school. Nothing much to rant about, eh?

Helluvarant.

~Vanessa