nostalgia (one-shots)

Denise, the monster.

If you search up the definition of "monster" on google, you will find: an imaginary creature that is typically large, ugly, and frightening.

But that isn't the true definition. At least, it shouldn't be.

A monster is someone who is ugly however, not from their aesthetics.

A monster is a person who lives by tearing others apart.

A monster is someone who doesn't care about anyone else's feelings.

A monster is a bully.

And Denise is all of the above.

Denise is the definition of a monster.

Denise has hated me since day one. I honestly have no clue on why she hated me in the first place. I was nice to everyone. I worked my butt off to make sure I would do good things so that I could make new friends in this new place I had to call home. Maybe that's why she didn't like me? Maybe I tried too hard?

But that still doesn't give her a reason to make my life a living nightmare. Denise would push me around and call me rude, degrading names. And what for? To make herself feel like she was on top. And she was.

Denise stole a lot of things from me. She stole my title of being the President of the Debate Team and the Drama Club. Why would she even want to be president of those things? She made fun of me for even being in them. Why would she want to be a part of them? And not to mention she also took my part of the lead character in Romeo and Juliet to kiss Jake Hunt. She pushed me down the stairs and I was in crutches for two months. Two freaking months. She even kissed Jake!

Denise also took Noel from me. I dated Noel for a whole year and he broke up with me to date Denise. But I don't really care about that. He ended up getting what he deserved. He was whipped for Denise and she cut it off. She broke up with him 4 days after they started dating. Too bad, so not sad.

Anyways, I was sick of Denise thinking she could walk all over me. If she wanted to be a little slut then fine. She didn't have to make my life hell in the process of it. So I did the only thing a girl like me could do. I defended myself. Today, in lunch, Denise walked up to me and dumped her tray of slob onto my shirt so I took my -probably rotten- carton of milk and dumped it on her head. But that wasn't all. Denise took her ugly claws and scratched my face so I punched her straight in the face. After all, she was stupid for hitting a girl who took up boxing for her whole life.

So why am I saying this?

Well, so that people will learn that if they mess with a person for too long, they will unleash the beast within that person. Just because someone seems fragile doesn't mean they are.

I'm just kidding. That wasn't the moral of this story.

The point of this story was that Denise shouldn't have messed with me. She should have told me straight up why she didnt like me rather than making my life misery. And then, maybe, she wouldn't have gotten a black eye and torn up lip.