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I have a confession to make....
I am addicted to honey wheat pretzels.
Yes, yes, I know, how did I even get mixed up with that kind of stuff? It all started out innocently, honestly. I just wanted to try one...it looked so good.
Then everything went downhill from there.
Kids: Say no to honey wheat pretzels. You will be better off, and there will be more for me (jk, jk)
Hmm...I am in a weird mood, as you can tell...
This weird mood has led me to remembering when I was severely bullied in 7, 8, 9, and 10 grade. It stopped at 11 grade, partially because the main bully guy flunked, and I stopped using the bus later in that year because of track and the musical were after school. I remember the three guys would bring tons of loose change, rocks, and paper. They would preceed to make sloppy wet goopy balls made out of their spit (XP *gags*) They would pelt me with loose change and the rocks, and lob the slopballs at me best they can. I think what hurt alot was that no one seemed to care. I mean, one of my friends rode the same bus, and he sat right behind me. He was a big guy....and he never said anything, never stood up for me. I know, I know, how can I expect people to stand up for me when I can't even do it myself? Lol, well, one girl against three guys, two whom live on a farm, and are probably stronger than normal, well, its not good odds *bits lip*
I remember just sitting there, minding my own business, when they would start throwing stuff at me. I remember the feel of the slimey wet slopball as it soaked into my shirt....and all I could do was sit there and cry in my arms, while people looked away embarrased, or snored away.
When I told the principle, she told me to stop fighting. *blinks*
The bus driver...well, he is an old guy, seemingly blind, and practically deaf -.-
So, yeah, the whole situation seemed so hopeless...
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