Oh, I'm so pissed!
The whores [excuse my Canadian] are going to die. I want them to burn in hell.
Here's the story. My friends and I have been eating in this one room for over a year, almost two now. And then these other girls, the whores, come in half way through the year. They're all in Grade 11, and they act like they own the fucking school. We couldn't get them kicked out because they asked the teacher if they could eat in there. No big deal. Wait, there is. Since day one, all they have done is criticized us and made fun of us. They make fun of my friend Mikey cause he was a little over weight. Not by much, but he is still sensitive about it, even though he has lost a lot of weight in the last few months. And since day one, they’ve been leaving a mess, leaving all their garbage everywhere. We’ve never done anything about it, because we usually ignore them. And shortly after the school year started, another group of girls came into our room, only because their room was too crowded. We don’t care about them though, since they are our friends as well.
And every once in a while, I’ll bring my portable speakers to school, and we’ll listen to music during lunch. Naturally, they object to it. One of the whores asked me to turn it down, because it was against her religion. Like I’m that fucking stupid. I told her it was her problem, not mine. I know for a fact that she follows no religion; I had a class with her last year. And apparently, according to many reliable sources, her mom is in porn movies. Do you honestly think someone who follows the Muslim religion would be in movies like that? No!
And every lunch, Alisha blows up her paper bag from her lunch, and pops it. And every time, they tell us to stop it. So we’re having fun? And we’re trying to get them to leave, too. The other group wants us to stop too, but they don’t mind it as long as they’re prepared for it. Last week, they got annoying, so, like we sometimes do, we got up to go for a walk around the school. As we left, they challenged Alisha. THEY CHALLENGED HER! A 6’ tall, basketball player, with the whole senior girls team [and the senior guys team from when her brother was in grade 12 and in basketball] to back her up if she needs it. But, because she lacks normal fear, and if she is challenged, she will do it herself. She’s not one of those prissy whores who need her friends to fight the battle for her. She, like me and my friends, will do it herself. She would have gone to confront them [aka, beat the living fuck out of them], but her least favorite person was down the hall. [One of the Vice Principals.]
Then yesterday, they got annoying again. So, Alisha did the unthinkable, and told us she was going to talk to Mr. Nosek [her least favorite person]. Now, for the past few months, she has refused to talk to him, not even saying hi. He, jokingly, will come up to me and Dianne and tell us, with her right there beside us, that she’s no good, that she doesn’t talk to him. She decided that enough was enough. “The bitches have got to go!” to quote her.
But today was the last straw. Being all ‘mature,’ they yelled across the room telling us that we’re immature and that we have to stop. Now, if they did the mature thing, they would do what a few of my friends from the other group did, after coming up to us, they have asked us politely to stop. But no, the whores yelled across the room [and in a challenging tone]. Then Alisha looked over to them, and told them to fuck off. That’s when they started making fun of her. Purposely, they said loud enough that “the one girl with the frizzy shit coloured hair in the striped shirt looks like a country hick it thing, cause its too ugly to be a guy or girl.” Then Dianne stepped in and said “At least she’s not a fucking whore like you skanks!” So, they started making fun of her too. And another mature thing they did was throw their food at us. It hit me in the arm, and then landed on the floor, where it smeared all over. Alisha was telling Dianne and everyone to calm down, etc, etc. Now, that isn’t normal for her. She’s full of pent up rage, most from Elementary school. That’s when they called “the one in the orange shirt” over. Mikey said no, but he eventually went over with Krysten. Both Mikey and Krysten are in grade 10, but they’re our friends anyways. They go over there, only to be insulted to their faces. Like I said before, Mikey is sensitive about his weight. Right now, you can’t tell he was chubby before. But to his face, they called him fat. And to Krystens face, they called her an ugly and short. That hit her hard. She’s had eczema all her life, she can’t help the fact her skin has breakouts.
Very mature, eh? So, basically, after the bell went, me, Alisha and Dianne waited for Mr. Watt, the teacher who teaches in that room. We showed him the sandwich that hit me, and told him we want them out. After that, we went and found Mr. Nosek, who told us to write a list of their names. He even gave us a book with pictures of all students to help us get their full names. Not only did we write a list, we wrote a note to go along with it, explaining what has happened. We photocopied the note and list, and gave a copy to all 4 principals. And while we were photocopying it, I found out from my friend Tylere that they have been calling Brittany, a friend of ours from elementary school, fat. And they’ve been throwing cucumbers at her. The original written one was given to Mr. Richardson, the actual principal. Copies were given to the vice principals; Mr. Pazarena, Mr. Nosek, and Ms. Paddon.
Ms. Paddon brought us into her office, and started talking to us. Mr. Pazarena came in, and said he needed to have a word with her. As we left her office, he said something about someone we don’t know. We left the room, and it was obvious they were talking about the note. They were both reading it and pointing to it. So, after that, we talked to her for the rest of 3rd period. The whole time, she kept saying that they would get to it; they would take care of it. Dianne nearly started yelling, because it’s all too common. In elementary school, both Alisha and I were bullied. We know how it is. The school says they’ll take care of it, but nothing happens. We were even teased by teachers. It was jokingly, but they still made fun of us. That’s when Ms. Paddon figured out why Alisha and I don’t trust people, let alone the school system, because of past experience. Same goes for Dianne, nothing happened, so she apparently kicked the crap out of her tormenter. Ms. Paddon told us it would be dealt with, and that the person who teased her in school [apparently cause he had a crush on her] ended up killing himself. Personally, I wouldn’t lose any sleep if the 6 whores suddenly decided to kill themselves. I’d be the first to crack open a bottle of wine [and I hate the stuff] and dance on their graves. Sounds harsh, I know, but I don’t care.
I want them expelled, and that’s the angle I’m going for. They threw their food intending to hurt; that’s assault. And then there’s the verbal assault. That should be enough, right? If the school doesn’t do anything, my moms friend said to bring it into the media. That way, something will get done.
And they say that school is supposed to be the best years of our lives? That it’s supposed to be peachy keen? No. If it was, would the suicide rate among teens be so high? In the five years I’ve been going to that school, 2 people have killed themselves because of bullying. And a few people have been charged with assault and battery because they did bully someone [and ended up beating the fuck out of them]. My mom’s friend agrees that school is the worst time of someone’s life. She’s fostered problem kids for years, all in their teens; she knows how bad it can get for some people. It’s not peachy keen. It’s beyond pastel. So, we’re writing a song. It’s called “12 Years of Hell.” It could turn out to be a song making fun of school, like an Arrogant Worms song, or it could be something full of meaning [and possibly hate], like an Anti-Flag song.
Don’t mind me and my rant. I just can’t take it anymore. Usually, my friends and I keep things to ourselves, or solve it our own way. Usually, it works. But this time they’ve gone too fucking far. I’ve been bullied all my school life, whether it’s because I’m “fat” or because I’m not pretty enough, or maybe it’s because some low life jerk thinks it would be funny to make fun of me because my cat died. [He was going to adopt the cat when my mom said we couldn’t keep it, but we ended up keeping it, since one of our other cats was killed by a coyote. He thought it would be funny to make fun of that.]
I want to kill them. I know nothing good will come out of killing myself, so why not kill them? I’d have a better life in prison [computers, cable, etc], and the world would be rid of 6 whores who think they are better than everyone.
I bet some of you can figure out who these 6 are? I know for a fact that Stephen wants to hurt them all; just for being whores. Probably other reasons for one of them.
Here's the story. My friends and I have been eating in this one room for over a year, almost two now. And then these other girls, the whores, come in half way through the year. They're all in Grade 11, and they act like they own the fucking school. We couldn't get them kicked out because they asked the teacher if they could eat in there. No big deal. Wait, there is. Since day one, all they have done is criticized us and made fun of us. They make fun of my friend Mikey cause he was a little over weight. Not by much, but he is still sensitive about it, even though he has lost a lot of weight in the last few months. And since day one, they’ve been leaving a mess, leaving all their garbage everywhere. We’ve never done anything about it, because we usually ignore them. And shortly after the school year started, another group of girls came into our room, only because their room was too crowded. We don’t care about them though, since they are our friends as well.
And every once in a while, I’ll bring my portable speakers to school, and we’ll listen to music during lunch. Naturally, they object to it. One of the whores asked me to turn it down, because it was against her religion. Like I’m that fucking stupid. I told her it was her problem, not mine. I know for a fact that she follows no religion; I had a class with her last year. And apparently, according to many reliable sources, her mom is in porn movies. Do you honestly think someone who follows the Muslim religion would be in movies like that? No!
And every lunch, Alisha blows up her paper bag from her lunch, and pops it. And every time, they tell us to stop it. So we’re having fun? And we’re trying to get them to leave, too. The other group wants us to stop too, but they don’t mind it as long as they’re prepared for it. Last week, they got annoying, so, like we sometimes do, we got up to go for a walk around the school. As we left, they challenged Alisha. THEY CHALLENGED HER! A 6’ tall, basketball player, with the whole senior girls team [and the senior guys team from when her brother was in grade 12 and in basketball] to back her up if she needs it. But, because she lacks normal fear, and if she is challenged, she will do it herself. She’s not one of those prissy whores who need her friends to fight the battle for her. She, like me and my friends, will do it herself. She would have gone to confront them [aka, beat the living fuck out of them], but her least favorite person was down the hall. [One of the Vice Principals.]
Then yesterday, they got annoying again. So, Alisha did the unthinkable, and told us she was going to talk to Mr. Nosek [her least favorite person]. Now, for the past few months, she has refused to talk to him, not even saying hi. He, jokingly, will come up to me and Dianne and tell us, with her right there beside us, that she’s no good, that she doesn’t talk to him. She decided that enough was enough. “The bitches have got to go!” to quote her.
But today was the last straw. Being all ‘mature,’ they yelled across the room telling us that we’re immature and that we have to stop. Now, if they did the mature thing, they would do what a few of my friends from the other group did, after coming up to us, they have asked us politely to stop. But no, the whores yelled across the room [and in a challenging tone]. Then Alisha looked over to them, and told them to fuck off. That’s when they started making fun of her. Purposely, they said loud enough that “the one girl with the frizzy shit coloured hair in the striped shirt looks like a country hick it thing, cause its too ugly to be a guy or girl.” Then Dianne stepped in and said “At least she’s not a fucking whore like you skanks!” So, they started making fun of her too. And another mature thing they did was throw their food at us. It hit me in the arm, and then landed on the floor, where it smeared all over. Alisha was telling Dianne and everyone to calm down, etc, etc. Now, that isn’t normal for her. She’s full of pent up rage, most from Elementary school. That’s when they called “the one in the orange shirt” over. Mikey said no, but he eventually went over with Krysten. Both Mikey and Krysten are in grade 10, but they’re our friends anyways. They go over there, only to be insulted to their faces. Like I said before, Mikey is sensitive about his weight. Right now, you can’t tell he was chubby before. But to his face, they called him fat. And to Krystens face, they called her an ugly and short. That hit her hard. She’s had eczema all her life, she can’t help the fact her skin has breakouts.
Very mature, eh? So, basically, after the bell went, me, Alisha and Dianne waited for Mr. Watt, the teacher who teaches in that room. We showed him the sandwich that hit me, and told him we want them out. After that, we went and found Mr. Nosek, who told us to write a list of their names. He even gave us a book with pictures of all students to help us get their full names. Not only did we write a list, we wrote a note to go along with it, explaining what has happened. We photocopied the note and list, and gave a copy to all 4 principals. And while we were photocopying it, I found out from my friend Tylere that they have been calling Brittany, a friend of ours from elementary school, fat. And they’ve been throwing cucumbers at her. The original written one was given to Mr. Richardson, the actual principal. Copies were given to the vice principals; Mr. Pazarena, Mr. Nosek, and Ms. Paddon.
Ms. Paddon brought us into her office, and started talking to us. Mr. Pazarena came in, and said he needed to have a word with her. As we left her office, he said something about someone we don’t know. We left the room, and it was obvious they were talking about the note. They were both reading it and pointing to it. So, after that, we talked to her for the rest of 3rd period. The whole time, she kept saying that they would get to it; they would take care of it. Dianne nearly started yelling, because it’s all too common. In elementary school, both Alisha and I were bullied. We know how it is. The school says they’ll take care of it, but nothing happens. We were even teased by teachers. It was jokingly, but they still made fun of us. That’s when Ms. Paddon figured out why Alisha and I don’t trust people, let alone the school system, because of past experience. Same goes for Dianne, nothing happened, so she apparently kicked the crap out of her tormenter. Ms. Paddon told us it would be dealt with, and that the person who teased her in school [apparently cause he had a crush on her] ended up killing himself. Personally, I wouldn’t lose any sleep if the 6 whores suddenly decided to kill themselves. I’d be the first to crack open a bottle of wine [and I hate the stuff] and dance on their graves. Sounds harsh, I know, but I don’t care.
I want them expelled, and that’s the angle I’m going for. They threw their food intending to hurt; that’s assault. And then there’s the verbal assault. That should be enough, right? If the school doesn’t do anything, my moms friend said to bring it into the media. That way, something will get done.
And they say that school is supposed to be the best years of our lives? That it’s supposed to be peachy keen? No. If it was, would the suicide rate among teens be so high? In the five years I’ve been going to that school, 2 people have killed themselves because of bullying. And a few people have been charged with assault and battery because they did bully someone [and ended up beating the fuck out of them]. My mom’s friend agrees that school is the worst time of someone’s life. She’s fostered problem kids for years, all in their teens; she knows how bad it can get for some people. It’s not peachy keen. It’s beyond pastel. So, we’re writing a song. It’s called “12 Years of Hell.” It could turn out to be a song making fun of school, like an Arrogant Worms song, or it could be something full of meaning [and possibly hate], like an Anti-Flag song.
Don’t mind me and my rant. I just can’t take it anymore. Usually, my friends and I keep things to ourselves, or solve it our own way. Usually, it works. But this time they’ve gone too fucking far. I’ve been bullied all my school life, whether it’s because I’m “fat” or because I’m not pretty enough, or maybe it’s because some low life jerk thinks it would be funny to make fun of me because my cat died. [He was going to adopt the cat when my mom said we couldn’t keep it, but we ended up keeping it, since one of our other cats was killed by a coyote. He thought it would be funny to make fun of that.]
I want to kill them. I know nothing good will come out of killing myself, so why not kill them? I’d have a better life in prison [computers, cable, etc], and the world would be rid of 6 whores who think they are better than everyone.
I bet some of you can figure out who these 6 are? I know for a fact that Stephen wants to hurt them all; just for being whores. Probably other reasons for one of them.