Being called sharter was one of the highlights of my year. As i walked around the school campus everywhere, all I saw were people pointing and laughing at me. Everytime I walked people would make shart noises and threw cups of ground beef at me. The ground beef was supposed to be shit, incase you didn't get that. I thought to myself, "At least you're known around everywhere and you aren't a nobody." I saw one of my friends talking to a guy. I knew she was fake as fuck and that she talks shit about me and everybody else, but I didn't really care. All I thought about was the way she wrongly filled in her pathetic ass eyebrows. She literally did not know how to do them at all; I was embarrassed for her. But who am I to talk, they literally called me sharter. Everytime I walked I had a fear of someone coming and mugging me, but now I don't since i smell like pure shit.
