It was easier to ignore the teacher yelling over the noisy class, and then ignore the class too. I would be amazed if they had anything interesting to say. I glanced at the white-board instead, writing the stupid text down into my notebook, noticing that we used the exact same text just a few day ago.

My best friend (who really wasn’t my best friend, she just stuck to me like a Spiderman band-aid since day one of high school, and never let go) leaned over my shoulder and glanced at my messy handwriting with a frown. I wanted to yell at her; I hated when people read over my shoulder.

Marcia, my annoying band-aid yelled something across the classroom, hoping that the most popular guy in the class would hear her and laugh, but he just looked at her disgusted. I felt bad for her because not even Henrik was that popular and even he was better than her.

She said something to me, laughing as she spoke so she revealed her steel teeth that she always said she would soon be rid of. She was the kind of person who always thought she was better than she was. And better looking. I just didn’t have the heart to tell her that she wasn't.

I didn’t want to waste time telling her that...

So I was a bad friend? Sue me! I didn’t want to be her friend, I didn’t even remember how I got stuck with a looser like her. Maybe because I was a looser myself, but she was even worse when she wouldn’t realize what a looser she was.

I refused to be something I’m not, she refused to be what she was, and tried to change both me and her.

When I glared at her she stopped speaking, and the teacher’s voice could finally be heard when her loud and nasal voice wasn’t interrupting anymore. She reminded me of “The Nanny”, only without the big hair, the body... Well only the voice was the same.

The bell was heard before the teacher even got a word out of his mouth, he didn’t even manage to send anyone to detention. I felt bad for the old, too old, man with shoes that didn’t match.

Marcia bounced up and down the hallway, and the fat on her body did so too. The only thing on her body that never moved unless someone touched it was her hair. It was the most boring and flat hair in the world; it was a boring mix of brown and blond, looking almost grey, and it just fell straight down onto her shoulders.

She was on a diet again, I realized when she chose to eat only salad for lunch.

I wanted to tell her to give it up, she couldn’t get uglier, and she could forget getting prettier.

She sat down down in front of me, and I wanted to strangle her as she slowly nibbled on her salad telling me that I needed to loose weight because I was starting to get overweight.

Fucking hell I didn’t.

I laughed and said that I wasn’t near as fat as she was. She looked hurt, but I didn’t feel guilty at all.

I felt pleased, and ate my hamburger and fries.

Her own fault.

I’ve always hated Spiderman and band-aids.