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A/N: Haha! This entry is based on something that really did happen. Like everything else. I'll explain at the end.
School Bitches.
I hate school bitches. You should know the kind. The ones where they think they’re some high shit just because they have a boyfriend and are well acquainted with the male member (most commonly referred to as the penis). Yeah, I hate them. I mean they break up friendships man. Just the other day I saw my EX!!! Friend with his girlfriend. And she fucking flipped me off for just staring into space in the general direction of her being. Well kudos to you whore. You’ve done a fine job, so tell me. How’s it feel to have discovered a new type of STD’s? God. I hate people like that. Stupid hormonally sex obsessed males don’t help either.
There are three types of school bitches. They are like animals; you must learn their territory at all costs in this wilderness called high school. And once you do, you must avoid it. You wouldn’t want to catch the “Look-at-me-I’m-a-stupid-bitch” disease now would you? I heard it could be contagious when you have no backbone.
The PrepGossip Bitch. – This is the usual popular girl in the school. Everyone wants to date her because she’s “pretty.” She has a horde of female hyenas always with her and she’s dated and broke up with every guy in her grade at least twice. If not, then just breaking up with one boyfriend and hooking up with him again more then ten times will suffice. She spreads rumors if you look at her funny (or in most cases don’t look at her at all) and not only that but since her life is so pathetic she gossips about everyone else’s. Watch out! She’s been known to know more about your life then you! This is the category my ex friends whore falls into. Or close enough. She’s not popular but her gang of skank-y bitches follow her around which sometimes makes her feel like she’s worth more then she is. She had no problem with flipping me off when she had twenty feet and a bus with fifty witnesses around, but as soon as she is face to face with me in school, she avoids looking at me at all costs! Ya know why? Cuz the ho knows I’m gonna mess up her fucking face if she’s within five feet of me again! Watch your back bitch; I’m like Chuck Norris brand toilet paper, I don’t take shit from no one!
The GoodGirlButReallyABitch Bitch. – Ah, this is my favourate one! This one even used to fool me. She’s the very sweet girl that plays sports and is all ‘um…thanks –insert corny smile here-‘when you complement her girl. She looks like a good person BUT DON”T BE FOOLED!! She’s the worst. She’s the one that randomly starts spreading shit about you. Moreover, she hate, hate, hates it when you get better grades then her with ease while she studies her stupid ass off. Like me and the rest of the GoodGirlButReallyABitch bitch population. It’s hard not being a dumbass, everyone seems to hate you for it except other non-dumbasses. Woe the life of High school.
The Backstabber Bitch- Last but not least are the Backstabber Bitches. She’s the one that gets close to you and you end up spilling every little secret you have to her. She listens and then when you most need her she turns around and yanks the carpet from your feet and fucks you over then dumps you into the gutter of the abandoned highway on life. These are the worst kinds because usually you grow attached to them. That’s bad.
Don’t get attached. In fact, I can solve all your problems! Just don’t have friends. Yeah, too much hassle. You’ll never know who’s out to get you. It’s better this way. Take no chances, it’s better to stay in a paranoid frenzy and kill yourself. Who needs friends right? You have this book and you talk to yourself sometimes. Yeah, you don’t need the school bitches. In fact, don’t trust anyone, it could be a school bitch hiding in something ugly…..yeah…you’re right…they’d never wear something ugly…so…err….just never mind that last part. Just stay paranoid and anti-social…and if that fails…being a serial killer is never a bad gig…right?...Just don’t kill me. You cannot anyways. I am a super spy/Ninja. Yeah, I am undefeatable. Give up now. In fact, just walk into the next zombie you see and let it tear your flesh off in painful moaning bliss and thank your ass that when your sanity left, your pain reactors left with it.
--Rane
