"My cousin is six.
I was talking to him the other day and I said
'What do you want to be when you're older?'
He looked at me and went 'A unicorn.'
And I was like 'Why is that?'
'So I can stab people with my head.'"
unless of course someone has a pet unicorn they would like to tell me about.....
words do hurt
Chapter 8
The
rest of the day wasn't any better.
Everywhere I went, Tiffany & Maria would be laughing and
having a great time, while I was sulking in my own misery that
was growing each minute of each hour.
I kicked the large piles of snow in my path as I reluctantly
trudged home, since I wasn't going to get a ride from Maria
anytime soon.
I heard a blaring honk come from behind me, as I felt the hard
impact of a rather large snowball hit my back, as I heard the
loud laughs.
I soon learned that it was one of the girls from my school, with
Tiffany in the front passenger seat, smirking at me with
pleasure.
"How was school?" my mother asked kindly, coming from
the kitchen with a Hello Kitty apron on and with a bit of cake
batter smeared across her cheek.
"Everything was peachy perfect." I gritted through my
teeth, taking my jacket off.
"I know sarcasm when I hear it. What's up?" my
mother glared with a raised eyebrow, sitting on the couch,
signalling me to join us.
"Nothing is up! I'm fine, now stop interrogating me with
all these questions!" I spat, running upstairs.
I felt guilt just yelling at her, but I just wasn't in the
mood to talk to anyone.
I just wanted to lock myself in my room and just chill.
I decided to go on Facebook and put on a status, just because I
was feeling so bottled up, and it seemed like the only thing to
let my frustration out.
Today was horrible. But tomorrow's a brand new day, I
guess. I typed as I officially pressed post as it
immediately showed up onto my newsfeed.
I didn't get 50+ likes on my statuses or pictures, but at
least I got 5 or 10.
A couple of seconds later, I got a notification that Tiffany had
commented on my status.
Suck it up, it's not anybody's fault that your ex
best friend was tired of you and moved on. Attention seeker. Go
write about your feelings in your diary.
I was about to reply, but a flood of more comments appeared on
it.
Yeah, get a life, loser.
Lol, who is this chick anyways?
She's not even that pretty, why would she have friends in the
first place?
I've seen her around school, what a loner!
I hope she drops out of school.
I panted heavily at all this; I didn't even know most of
these people.
I presume that Tiffany got all her little followers to attack me,
and you bet her plan was worling.
I could sense the panging touch in my chest, and I didn't
like that feeling one bit.
Just as I was about to push my laptop away, there was one more
comment.
From Maria.
Omg, I just realized that I used to be her friend! Was I on
something or what? She's a F R E A K.
Her words wounded me the most; I can't believe she would say
that about me!
That was all it took to make me grab a swiss army knife out of a
toolbox from the garage to make a few, painful slices on my
wrists.
Little did they know that it was a dreadful
feeling.
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UNITATO
half unicorn, half potato
