Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

YOU UGLY TOE LOOKING MONKEY

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Chapter 22; YOU UGLY TOE LOOKING MONKEY

Getting up from the floor, I noticed I wasn't alone in this room.

Drew looked at me and clapped, he made me feel guilty... But for what? I did nothing wrong. All I did was kiss Daniel. Then shut the door close in his hot face.

And the way Andrew was staring at me didn't help either. It made me feel worse, like seriously this guy could never leave me alone. Can't he tell I'm not Five years old? I'm eighteen for Christs Sake.

"Leave me alone would you?" I hissed at him, and made my way upstairs.

Panicking, I look around my room. I didn't do anything wrong right? Okay, maybe I didn't need to shut the door in his face... Or maybe I shouldn't always be so mean, and cruel to him. Am I really that much of a bitch? This really isn't the time to get Karma you know!

'Everything bad you do catches up to you,' I remembered.

I remember that day I stole a dollar from my mothers purse just so I could bribe Daniel into stop winning everytime we played 'UNO' together. We were only in the second grade don't blame me! I didn't glance at the dollar when I did take it though, I just shoved it into my pocket.

My grandmother had catched me and she told me;

"Everything bad you do catches up to you."

Maybe I was too young to realize it, but she was right. I should've never took that dollar from my mothers purse that day. But since I was practically seven years old I never took matter out of it.

That 'Dollar', meant the world to my mother, I seriously don't get why a piece of paper that is worth one-hundred Pennies would mean so much to a person.

Turns out, I mistakened the dollar. It wasn't a dollar, Oh NO. It was a sheet of paper. A valuable sheet of paper. I don't get why I mistakened a dollar and a folded sheet of paper. But like I said earlier, I was only seven, and I wasn't very, you know, 'smart'.

Once I did take out the piece of paper (which was at school), I opened it and at that moment, I realized that it wasn't a dollar. The paper had a whole bunch of words I could not understand. But one did stand out the most.

"Divorce"

I had heard the word come out of my moms mouth many times, and the television too. But I never learned what it meant.

Curious, I asked my teacher about it. I remember it like it was just yesterday.

"Miss. What does Divorke mean?" I raised my hand. Again, I was in SECOND GRADE. I didn't know how to pronounce words very well.

"Divorke? What are you talking about Amanda?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yea, Divorke! It says it right here!" I took out the folded sheet of paper and waved it around in my hands.

Miss. Carly walked towards me, took the paper, unfolded it, and scanned it. Ten seconds later, her eyes widened in surprise. And she gave me a serious, disturbing glare.

"Does your mother know you have this Amanda?" She asked.

I felt guilty, and I wanted the world to swallow me whole. I didn't want my mother to find out I stole something from her.

"Y-yes." I lied.

"Then why is it in school?"

"Fine. I took it from her! I thought it was a dollar!" I choked out.

The whole class laughed at me. I was an idiot. How could I have mistakened a dollar and a sheet of paper?

Eventually, Miss. Carly called my mom and told her everything and that she needed to pick up the paper in that moment. But my mom would be at Australia, visiting my sister for the rest of the month. So I had to take the paper home and hide it in my closet until mom came back. And while I was heading back home, my backpack ripped from the bottom part and all of my stuff were gone. Even that sheet of paper.