April 4, 2005
Odd Girl Out, reversed...
So I watched the Lifetime movie Odd Girl Out. Why? Well I figure it will help me when I have teenagers. God, girls are so evil now a days, and having instant messaging just makes it so much easier for them to torment each other.
Now granted in high school I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t tormented by the popular girls, I was too below their radar, and I’m totally glad for it. I had my group of friends, we were close. But we were mean to other girls, not to their faces. But honestly if some new girl came up and said hi we probably would have just shut her out, we would have been nice to her face, but we wouldn’t have sought her out or anything. It was weird…
I had like two different groups of friends and even though they were all great they would have never gotten along with each other. In my senior year I had the friends through my friend Luke and my friends through my friend Vicky didn’t get along with them. I had to like alternate days where I would eat launch with them. I don’t think it was that they didn’t really get along it was just they were different. Different cliques so things just didn’t work out that way.
My friends with Vicky, we would always make fun of the popular girls. I know I was really mean to one of them Lena. She had just moved to our school like the year before. She lived in my community but I heard that she was adopted to by her parents, she kind of looked a little like me but slimmer. The popular girls took to her instantly. She asked me if I wanted to get together some time while Vicky was with me. I said sure. I’d call her sometime. She was like cool. Granted she could have called me too, but after she left Vicky and I were both like, what was she thinking. Like we would ever hang out with her, she probably just wants to hang out and talk about being adopted or whatever. We laughed and never talked about her again.
Then there was our math teacher in junior year. He was young and all the popular girls were swooning after him. Well Vicky and I would always make fun of how the cheerleader girls would sit in the front row so that when they had to wear their uniforms the teacher would have to see. We called them sluts and lesbos, never to their faces just in notes and stuff. We always were saying how we knew that our teaching was doing them. I told my mom that the teacher asked me to stay after class one time and that he made me really uncomfortable. She asked me why. I told her that it just seemed like there was something he wanted from me so that I could get into Calculus.
Then after school let out that summer it was my birthday on July 4th. My friends and I went downtown to watch the fireworks. On the way back I saw the teacher with the girl Lena. They were coming off the metro together and it was like 11:30pm. Vicky and I laughed, we were gonna call out to them. But we just called her a slut, since we knew our teacher supposedly had a girlfriend and ran to our car. I don’t think she saw us cause there were like a million other people in the station that night. Anyway the next day I told my mom what happened, leaving out the slut part.
When school started next year we knew that this teacher was coming back. Well he didn’t. We asked our new teacher why but he didn’t say. Then the Lena girl said she got a letter from him saying that he went back to school. I laughed. She looked at me. I wrote a note to Vicky: I bet he went back to school, back to molest more underage girls. Figures she would get a letter from him, he probably still has her wrapped around his little finger. She probably believes that she is coming back for her. You know the only reason she got into this mess is because of those other girls. She’ll be cool for life now, sleeping with a teacher with a girlfriend, slut.
I know it was mean. She probably could have used our help but we figured she had enough with her other friends. Truth is they probably didn’t help her. She still managed good grades so I guess she had helped from her parents, or maybe the cheer squad did help. Who knows, by then I had my own set of problems to deal with and when you’re a teenage girl your problems are the biggest thing in the whole world.
God, do really want to have kids? Maybe I can give them away when they turn 13, no, no, no. I’m just kidding. I’ll figure something out. Right? *grimace*
TTYL!
Laterz!
Laney broke down at April 4, 2005 11:32 PM
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