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Author’s Note: Just a little piece about a girl who all but ruined my life, and how it affected me throughout the school year
Do you remember me? I’m the girl you invited into your group when I was cast out by another. I’m the girl you said you liked and wanted to be friends with. I’m the girl who you thought called you a bitch (and I didn’t) and then threw my out like an unloved mongrel.
So, now that I’ve refreshed you memory, let me ask you a question. Why did you do it?
If you were going to cast me out, why bother letting my in? If you were just going to hate me, why bother saying you liked me in the first place? Can you answer these questions truthfully?
I didn’t think so.
I know you’ve hurt other people too. You know the California blonde at our school? The one who gave me her friendship after you cast me out? I know you hurt her over nothing too. She did a presentation about bulimia, and tried to make it more presentable by making it funny. And what did you do? You got into a fight with her, saying that she was mocking the sickness and making a huge joke out of it. Well guess what, bitch.
She wasn’t. She just wanted a good presentation is all. And you went and blew the whole damn thing completely out of proportion.
I know other people have been mad at you too. Even some of your best friends have been pissed off because you took a little thing and made a huge deal over it. And you say that you don’t do it, and that other people shouldn’t do it.
You’re such a hypocrite, you know that?
And you’re a liar.
I’ve seen you do it. Saying to someone that you like them and then going behind their back and saying they were stupid of bitchy. You did it to the blonde. You said you were her friend and then called her a slut behind her back. I heard you do it. I’m just glad she called your bluff before you hurt her too much. I wish I could say the same about me. Unfortunately, I didn’t get out fast enough. And I paid the price. And I bet you were laughing the whole way, bitch.
I hate you for it. You started by not talking to me. And then when I asked what was wrong you said I was a bitch too. I didn’t even find out why you were mad until someone else told me. And when I tried to explain, you wouldn’t even listen. That really makes a person feel good.
I’m sure you realize I’m being sarcastic.
You’re a liar. And you’re a hypocrite. I remember what you said about how the world stereotype’s women and how they say we should all be perfect and wear really tight clothes and stuff. You said that was stupid. And yet, the next day, you came to school in a tight shirt and jeans that kept sliding down your ass. Nice moral structure you have.
But what really pisses me off the most is that people still like you. You still have friends and people who think the world of you. All the teachers love you (because you suck up to them), and everyone thinks you’re so smart (which your not; you think you’re smarter than you are). I don’t why they can’t see you for the fraud you are, but they don’t.
And I’m surprised, because I’ve learned to live with it. And I can live with it because of one simple fact.
What goes around comes around. And that means that someday, you’ll have no friends. You won’t be smart and teachers won’t like you. People will one day see you for who you really are. And it’ll happen soon. I know it will.
So, though you’ve caused me a hell of a lot of pain, and made my life a living hell, and you’re a liar and a hypocrite, I’m still happy. I can sit back and relax and watch life go by because I know that it’ll all work out in the end. And I also this:
You’re gonna get yours, Samantha Mowris Garcia. You’re gonna get yours.
