Stalkers in School.. every year list.
It never fails. EVERY FUCKING YEAR... I have stalkers.
List of my stalker experiences...
6th grade: A very ugly guy, Pimples everywhere... FAT, Annoying... Followed me everywhere. I think its name was something like Mike Sanchez or something like that. There was another guy who stalked me, but I didn’t mind him, He wasn’t that ugly, but a ghetto kid (very nice person in general besides the stalking feature he came adapt with).
7th grade I was partly lucky in some ways. I was a dork wearing dork clothing... (couldn’t dress like I wanted... parents wouldn’t let me.. and school security was gay). I had one stalker the end of the year. His name I totally forgot. But I can remember his face. I think that’s why I have nightmares now. He wasn’t out of shape, and was really not at all in shape. His face was bloated like a dead body after being emerged into water for a week (when the water animals begin crawling on the body and the skin slowly breaks away). He looked like he had a year around rash, but it turned out he was born with some skin problem.. Yuck.
8th grade: I think again I had one stalker. I went to two different schools that year. The first quarter I went to the gay fag Preppy school, then the rest of the year I was freed to a open Rockerish school. In that Rockerish school there were indeed a lot of black kids (I didn’t care though... First I admit I was nervous around them). Well after about a month one black kid followed me everywhere... And I had him for 2 classes... He made him self comfortable where every I decided to sit. Well one day after a test.. HE PUT HIS HANDS DOWN MY SHIRT AND FELT UP ON MY BOOBS! I had a few tears... but not of being sad or upset.. The tears were from being PISSED off. I waited about 30 seconds to let it soak in what happend.. And then I went crazy. I literally chased that guy out of the class room during the mid-term (The people who were done, me him and a mostly everyone else were eating, playing around and shit..), and pounded him on the ground crushing his private area with my knee. I hope he still feels my fury on him. The next day I took that down to the principles office and he was suspended, and when it was allowed back in he had a schedule change and also a lewd record.
9th grade:.... This is when I had more then one stalker again. Oh my. First stalker was this guy I never found his name, but he was tall Cuban guy, very rude to everyone.. He followed me the first 4 month of school. Then the next one, he was a French guy who crushed on me, I liked him, he was a sweet guy, he gave me some flowers even though I had a b/f. He understood after a few months more of stalking (following me to my classes and taking pics of me walking) that I was distracted by others. Then he moved. Now the worse of all stalkers... Its name Jonathan Vega... he was/is creepy. He followed me INTO my classes, talked to my friends to get info on me... wrote me ANNOYING "love notes" which half I threw away (and did not read)... One day I had broke up with someone special to me… and he went to me and went into my class room and basically wanted to stay in there with me even though I told him to GO AWAY and that I DID NOT at all have any interest in him... HM no, he couldn’t take a hint (IE. Me telling him to get lost)! So I took him out side the class… and in front of EVERYONE who was around between classes, I bitched at him. No wait.. Bitching is a downgrade for what I did. I screamed in his face to leave me the hell alone, That I was Very tired of his constant Stalking me. I told him I never wished to see such a Ugly person again in my life, He was the most horrific thing on this planet… The Ugliest creature under the sun. And then some. I screamed so much the security whom was down the hall had came over to break up a fight, only there was just screaming (and crying on its side). He went to class after that, My teacher told me to stay outside in the hall until I calmed down because she didn’t want me to go crazy on the class. After that I was clear of him stalking me that grade. Now I had more stalkers in 9th grade, but I didn’t mind, they were nice guys who were polite, and they were etiquette.
10th grade: Ah what a wonderful year. I had… 13 stalkers. One was a retard, he was very annoying.. He stalked me, I bitched at him as nicely as possible. He went away, then he stalked my sister who is now graduated. When he stalked her, I didn’t realize who he was, until she pointed him out.. I bitched at him again, and took him to the school. He no longer stalked us. Now I am not single, when I started 10th grade, I met a 9th grader who I started dating, His name is Bruno, I am still dating him now over a year later. But he didn’t really realize how many guys went after me, and how many guys I bitched at because of them liking me. He would be shocked. Now I am not a prize to be won, not even close to being 2nd place runner up in a beauty contest… But then again, I am not a beached wale over at south beach. I am a normal weight, d sized (no more info there), red hair rocker/Goth chick. But I don’t remember the stalkers by name, because I didn’t care too much who stalked me, as long as they wouldn’t attempt to kidnap me or hold me hostage over anything psycho.
Now during 10th grade My friend Marsha decided to date Jonathan Vega (my ex-stalker). She made me talk to him. Basically it was a “Hello” and “goodbye” thing going on. That was it. They broke up, she hated his guts, still does. She is now pregnant with some retarded guys baby.
11th grade (now/current grade): Ah, now this year. I am in 11th grade at a Miami school. Goodie, guess what, First to start the year, this retarded guy who was following me for over a month at lunch and between classes goes up to my boyfriend and me when he decided to skip one lunch. Now get this, I am there sitting on top of my boyfriend, making out with him, I start nibbling on his neck, he’s there looking all relaxed and started kissing me, then we keep kissing.. Next thing I know.. Someone taps me on my shoulder… I’m thinking… WTF… And I see the retarded guy… He ask me… “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you, Do you have a boyfriend?”… I look at my boyfriend, and say yeah, this is him =)… Next thing.. He ask me “If you broke up with him right now, would you go out with me?”… I say… Uh noo, not really... he ask “would I have a chance if he wasn’t around?” I say.. Not really.. hm nope.. not at all.. He ask “do you like me, and can you break up with him now so we can go on a date”… I at that point had to hold down my boyfriend from punching the guy… Luckly I was sitting on him XD… I told the guy, look this is my boyfriend I love him, go away. Then the retarded guy started ranting on about how that always happens, he likes a girl and they wont date him because there is someone else.. and he kept talking, we ignored him… Then later in the year.. I had another guy ask me out.. I kept turning him down, I told him have a little respect that I don’t like you and I have a boyfriend already. He got the clue, and left me alone, we say hi and bye and sometimes a occasinal hug in the hall way since he has a girlfriend now who he loves dearly. Now…. From basically the beginning of the this year, this idiot Jonathan Vega has been bugging me again. I have a photography class right before he does, and I sometimes stay in the darkroom to finsih developing pictures after the bell for the next class. For me it doesn’t matter because I have lunch after photography, and I find the lunch to be gross. So it works out. But when he found out I stayed in the dark room… Oh my gosh, he went in there everyday to see if I were there. If I was then he would try to hug me, he would try to kiss me at one point, and my friiking plastic jesus, he poked me to hell. Yes poked. He poked my arm, my sthomic, and pinched my face like a old granny would to a 5 year old. And when I didn’t stay in photography during lunch, he would skip that class, and follow me into my lunch (1st lunch). And this literally was everyday. So one day, he decides to tell me what deep feelings he has for me… Hm Remember this buddy.. I like something called R-E-S-P-E-C-T… yes, respect. He had none. Now I admit, me and my boyfriend have many little arguments about a million and one things, but we always seem to find a way around what we don’t have in common. Rather I make adjestments, or he makes adjestments. We do that for each other, we care about each other. Now Johnny didn’t understand that me and my boyfriend don’t need to get along all of the time, infact I am glad we don’t, because if we did, I think something would be wrong, it would be a creepy relationship if he agreed with me all of the time, or if I agreed with him all of the time. Well Johnny bothered me non stop lately. He continusly told me “break up with bruno” “bruno is garbage” “I rule bruno sucks” “leave bruno, I will treat you better”…And most recently, which realllllllly reallllllly set me off “bruno is no good for you, I am”, and “If bruno does anything to make you mad, I will kill him”.. Hm, no… you don’t tell me.. of all people, you will kill someone who I know… Nonononono… bad idea. I have lost to many friends. So I at lunch about a week ago, decide to tell his friend richie to tell him leave me alone, you know, try a non direct way to get rid of him. I talk to his friend (partly my friend too, but more on the lines someone I say hi to during lunch at school, nothing really more then that). Hm okay, he says he will talk to him in his own way to put it to him. Well I go walking around with one of my friends so she could get food. Hm, we both got ice cream, and I wanted to go back to my lunch table. Okay, we head back, I look over where my bag was.. and there was a fat blob name.. yep you guessed it, johnny sitting, holding my bag, literally petting the damn thing, and kinda rocking back and forth with it. Hm can you say psycho? So I got school security to get him for skipping. Okay, they go, tell him something, he made a excuse he was asking for money (while drinking a coke and eating a cheese burger over my bag…) then the fire alarm goes off. The smoke detectors were being defective. He followed me all during that time, security tell me to write my classes down on a paper, after the fire alarm, I got to my last class, security get me, and tell me to right down what happened on a complaint paper thing. I didn’t, a assistant principle reads it, she gets johnny in her office, and they talk, 20 mins go by, im sitting a few feet from her office, I am called in, they talk b/s a little, she ask me if I want to be friend with johnny, I said Nope. He looked like he was going to cry.. Eh who cares.. good I think. She thinks that I led him on… Haha. Oh well, shows a lot of confudence in me. But she told him, if there is any part of the day he see’e me, to change that. He cant go in the dark room in his class if there is a chance I am still in there. He can not approch me in school, or after school. If there is a part in the school day he sees me (even if I don’t see him) to change his route to class. Basically to leave me the hell alone. Yey, if I knew it was that easy to get rid of that creature, I would have done that earlier =D
Oh goodie. Guess what he does to retalliate this banning of seeing me. Bruno works at a publix (grocery store). And Johnny knows that. The other day, Johnny goes to where bruno works, and applied for a job. How nice. Update for Johnny. Im not a nice person, and I take that personal to me. IF he gets the job, he wont keep it long. I will make sure of that. You see when I dis-like someone, and when I get mad, you want to be my friend, not who I am mad at. Beacause many people know I am a evil tatical person. I use the most rediculus resources. You see, basically, If there is one thing to know… That is not to piss me off. Or you will pay. Some one called me a mob monster chick, That even the godfather would be scared of me.
So lets see if he gets this job. And hey, ill be fair, But if he messes with bruno, even if he gives him one bad look, I will swoop in, and kick ass. I wont let my friends deal with this one. This time, I will need to make a appearance instead of having my boys on him. (altought I have a few guys who would love to kick him right between the legs… with a sledge hammer).
Meems…
List of my stalker experiences...
6th grade: A very ugly guy, Pimples everywhere... FAT, Annoying... Followed me everywhere. I think its name was something like Mike Sanchez or something like that. There was another guy who stalked me, but I didn’t mind him, He wasn’t that ugly, but a ghetto kid (very nice person in general besides the stalking feature he came adapt with).
7th grade I was partly lucky in some ways. I was a dork wearing dork clothing... (couldn’t dress like I wanted... parents wouldn’t let me.. and school security was gay). I had one stalker the end of the year. His name I totally forgot. But I can remember his face. I think that’s why I have nightmares now. He wasn’t out of shape, and was really not at all in shape. His face was bloated like a dead body after being emerged into water for a week (when the water animals begin crawling on the body and the skin slowly breaks away). He looked like he had a year around rash, but it turned out he was born with some skin problem.. Yuck.
8th grade: I think again I had one stalker. I went to two different schools that year. The first quarter I went to the gay fag Preppy school, then the rest of the year I was freed to a open Rockerish school. In that Rockerish school there were indeed a lot of black kids (I didn’t care though... First I admit I was nervous around them). Well after about a month one black kid followed me everywhere... And I had him for 2 classes... He made him self comfortable where every I decided to sit. Well one day after a test.. HE PUT HIS HANDS DOWN MY SHIRT AND FELT UP ON MY BOOBS! I had a few tears... but not of being sad or upset.. The tears were from being PISSED off. I waited about 30 seconds to let it soak in what happend.. And then I went crazy. I literally chased that guy out of the class room during the mid-term (The people who were done, me him and a mostly everyone else were eating, playing around and shit..), and pounded him on the ground crushing his private area with my knee. I hope he still feels my fury on him. The next day I took that down to the principles office and he was suspended, and when it was allowed back in he had a schedule change and also a lewd record.
9th grade:.... This is when I had more then one stalker again. Oh my. First stalker was this guy I never found his name, but he was tall Cuban guy, very rude to everyone.. He followed me the first 4 month of school. Then the next one, he was a French guy who crushed on me, I liked him, he was a sweet guy, he gave me some flowers even though I had a b/f. He understood after a few months more of stalking (following me to my classes and taking pics of me walking) that I was distracted by others. Then he moved. Now the worse of all stalkers... Its name Jonathan Vega... he was/is creepy. He followed me INTO my classes, talked to my friends to get info on me... wrote me ANNOYING "love notes" which half I threw away (and did not read)... One day I had broke up with someone special to me… and he went to me and went into my class room and basically wanted to stay in there with me even though I told him to GO AWAY and that I DID NOT at all have any interest in him... HM no, he couldn’t take a hint (IE. Me telling him to get lost)! So I took him out side the class… and in front of EVERYONE who was around between classes, I bitched at him. No wait.. Bitching is a downgrade for what I did. I screamed in his face to leave me the hell alone, That I was Very tired of his constant Stalking me. I told him I never wished to see such a Ugly person again in my life, He was the most horrific thing on this planet… The Ugliest creature under the sun. And then some. I screamed so much the security whom was down the hall had came over to break up a fight, only there was just screaming (and crying on its side). He went to class after that, My teacher told me to stay outside in the hall until I calmed down because she didn’t want me to go crazy on the class. After that I was clear of him stalking me that grade. Now I had more stalkers in 9th grade, but I didn’t mind, they were nice guys who were polite, and they were etiquette.
10th grade: Ah what a wonderful year. I had… 13 stalkers. One was a retard, he was very annoying.. He stalked me, I bitched at him as nicely as possible. He went away, then he stalked my sister who is now graduated. When he stalked her, I didn’t realize who he was, until she pointed him out.. I bitched at him again, and took him to the school. He no longer stalked us. Now I am not single, when I started 10th grade, I met a 9th grader who I started dating, His name is Bruno, I am still dating him now over a year later. But he didn’t really realize how many guys went after me, and how many guys I bitched at because of them liking me. He would be shocked. Now I am not a prize to be won, not even close to being 2nd place runner up in a beauty contest… But then again, I am not a beached wale over at south beach. I am a normal weight, d sized (no more info there), red hair rocker/Goth chick. But I don’t remember the stalkers by name, because I didn’t care too much who stalked me, as long as they wouldn’t attempt to kidnap me or hold me hostage over anything psycho.
Now during 10th grade My friend Marsha decided to date Jonathan Vega (my ex-stalker). She made me talk to him. Basically it was a “Hello” and “goodbye” thing going on. That was it. They broke up, she hated his guts, still does. She is now pregnant with some retarded guys baby.
11th grade (now/current grade): Ah, now this year. I am in 11th grade at a Miami school. Goodie, guess what, First to start the year, this retarded guy who was following me for over a month at lunch and between classes goes up to my boyfriend and me when he decided to skip one lunch. Now get this, I am there sitting on top of my boyfriend, making out with him, I start nibbling on his neck, he’s there looking all relaxed and started kissing me, then we keep kissing.. Next thing I know.. Someone taps me on my shoulder… I’m thinking… WTF… And I see the retarded guy… He ask me… “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you, Do you have a boyfriend?”… I look at my boyfriend, and say yeah, this is him =)… Next thing.. He ask me “If you broke up with him right now, would you go out with me?”… I say… Uh noo, not really... he ask “would I have a chance if he wasn’t around?” I say.. Not really.. hm nope.. not at all.. He ask “do you like me, and can you break up with him now so we can go on a date”… I at that point had to hold down my boyfriend from punching the guy… Luckly I was sitting on him XD… I told the guy, look this is my boyfriend I love him, go away. Then the retarded guy started ranting on about how that always happens, he likes a girl and they wont date him because there is someone else.. and he kept talking, we ignored him… Then later in the year.. I had another guy ask me out.. I kept turning him down, I told him have a little respect that I don’t like you and I have a boyfriend already. He got the clue, and left me alone, we say hi and bye and sometimes a occasinal hug in the hall way since he has a girlfriend now who he loves dearly. Now…. From basically the beginning of the this year, this idiot Jonathan Vega has been bugging me again. I have a photography class right before he does, and I sometimes stay in the darkroom to finsih developing pictures after the bell for the next class. For me it doesn’t matter because I have lunch after photography, and I find the lunch to be gross. So it works out. But when he found out I stayed in the dark room… Oh my gosh, he went in there everyday to see if I were there. If I was then he would try to hug me, he would try to kiss me at one point, and my friiking plastic jesus, he poked me to hell. Yes poked. He poked my arm, my sthomic, and pinched my face like a old granny would to a 5 year old. And when I didn’t stay in photography during lunch, he would skip that class, and follow me into my lunch (1st lunch). And this literally was everyday. So one day, he decides to tell me what deep feelings he has for me… Hm Remember this buddy.. I like something called R-E-S-P-E-C-T… yes, respect. He had none. Now I admit, me and my boyfriend have many little arguments about a million and one things, but we always seem to find a way around what we don’t have in common. Rather I make adjestments, or he makes adjestments. We do that for each other, we care about each other. Now Johnny didn’t understand that me and my boyfriend don’t need to get along all of the time, infact I am glad we don’t, because if we did, I think something would be wrong, it would be a creepy relationship if he agreed with me all of the time, or if I agreed with him all of the time. Well Johnny bothered me non stop lately. He continusly told me “break up with bruno” “bruno is garbage” “I rule bruno sucks” “leave bruno, I will treat you better”…And most recently, which realllllllly reallllllly set me off “bruno is no good for you, I am”, and “If bruno does anything to make you mad, I will kill him”.. Hm, no… you don’t tell me.. of all people, you will kill someone who I know… Nonononono… bad idea. I have lost to many friends. So I at lunch about a week ago, decide to tell his friend richie to tell him leave me alone, you know, try a non direct way to get rid of him. I talk to his friend (partly my friend too, but more on the lines someone I say hi to during lunch at school, nothing really more then that). Hm okay, he says he will talk to him in his own way to put it to him. Well I go walking around with one of my friends so she could get food. Hm, we both got ice cream, and I wanted to go back to my lunch table. Okay, we head back, I look over where my bag was.. and there was a fat blob name.. yep you guessed it, johnny sitting, holding my bag, literally petting the damn thing, and kinda rocking back and forth with it. Hm can you say psycho? So I got school security to get him for skipping. Okay, they go, tell him something, he made a excuse he was asking for money (while drinking a coke and eating a cheese burger over my bag…) then the fire alarm goes off. The smoke detectors were being defective. He followed me all during that time, security tell me to write my classes down on a paper, after the fire alarm, I got to my last class, security get me, and tell me to right down what happened on a complaint paper thing. I didn’t, a assistant principle reads it, she gets johnny in her office, and they talk, 20 mins go by, im sitting a few feet from her office, I am called in, they talk b/s a little, she ask me if I want to be friend with johnny, I said Nope. He looked like he was going to cry.. Eh who cares.. good I think. She thinks that I led him on… Haha. Oh well, shows a lot of confudence in me. But she told him, if there is any part of the day he see’e me, to change that. He cant go in the dark room in his class if there is a chance I am still in there. He can not approch me in school, or after school. If there is a part in the school day he sees me (even if I don’t see him) to change his route to class. Basically to leave me the hell alone. Yey, if I knew it was that easy to get rid of that creature, I would have done that earlier =D
Oh goodie. Guess what he does to retalliate this banning of seeing me. Bruno works at a publix (grocery store). And Johnny knows that. The other day, Johnny goes to where bruno works, and applied for a job. How nice. Update for Johnny. Im not a nice person, and I take that personal to me. IF he gets the job, he wont keep it long. I will make sure of that. You see when I dis-like someone, and when I get mad, you want to be my friend, not who I am mad at. Beacause many people know I am a evil tatical person. I use the most rediculus resources. You see, basically, If there is one thing to know… That is not to piss me off. Or you will pay. Some one called me a mob monster chick, That even the godfather would be scared of me.
So lets see if he gets this job. And hey, ill be fair, But if he messes with bruno, even if he gives him one bad look, I will swoop in, and kick ass. I wont let my friends deal with this one. This time, I will need to make a appearance instead of having my boys on him. (altought I have a few guys who would love to kick him right between the legs… with a sledge hammer).
Meems…