Return Of The Outcast

|005| The witch continues talking

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The wicked witch continued talking but this time with more confidence

"Where's your dad Mimi? Where is he, Huh?" She taunted with fake concern in her voice.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. He's dead." She started laughing like the clown she is and the rest of the circus animals around us joined her in laughter.
"honestly I don't even blame him. If I had a daughter like you, I too would hang myself" The witch of the west continued with her teasing with a large goofy grin on her face as the class roared and cheered for her like she just won first place in the Olympics

They are all pathetic.

So remember when I said that I would never take anything she said personal ?

Scratch that. I'm taking it very personal

I don't even care that the whole class was laughing at me, but just why would she say all that?. Not only is it super insensitive but she promised me she wouldn't tell anyone.

I know that we are enemies now, but before sixth grade, we were best friends. We had been since daycare. That's why after moving to Canada and I started grade 1, She was the only friend, making me feel comfortable with telling her that my father died.

Though I don't remember much about him since I was so little, I know he was a good man so his death affected all of us,  especially paired with the sudden move. My mother had the hardest time as she seemed to fall into a deep depression and as a child, I didn't want to burden her with my sadness too.

I couldn't hide my feelings though and needed someone to hear me out so I turned to Vanessa since she was literally my only friend. Despite her being young too at the time, she listened, comforted and offered a shoulder for me to cry on.

I hate to say this now, but I'm still kind of grateful for her being there for me all those years back. That's when she was nice.

I didn't want anyone else to know about my father's passing because I was scared other kids would have teased me for not have the basic nuclear family with a loving mom and dad. As kids, I held so much trust for her Vanessa and thought she'd keep it a secret. She promised she would never tell a single word about my father it made me uncomfortable, and that she would be my best friend forever. Well, that was the plan at least.

But people are like beauty standards;  they're constantly changing

When we reached middle school, Vanessa started paying more attention to the way she looked, and how boys thought of her. While I stuck to wearing the same ugly blue overalls three times a week with my hair tied up into two tight ponytails on each side with red polka dot bows holding it up. Oh and also I still had a nose picking problem.

I'll admit I don't blame her for getting second hand embarrassment from me, but it still hurt.

She found herself a new friend group and gradually spent less and less time with me.

Until one day when I tried hanging out with her, she just snapped and started yelling at me about how ugly, childish and dumb I am in front of our 6th-grade class.

I am totally not scared from that experience.

That moment marked the end of an eight-year-long friendship. Though it wasn't that bad, at least I met Saanvi in the process.

Even so, after she became the witch that she we all know and despise, I thought she would at least have the basic human decency to keep the very personal secret I shared with her years ago a secret.

But not only did she tell "someone", she told the whole geography class.

I felt my face heat up and my fists clenched into a ball, as I chocked back tears from the betrayal. I'm mad and sad at the same time.

I took a step forward in Vanessa's direction. One step became two steps, and two steps became three steps.

Vanessa Eventually noticed I was getting close to her and stopped laughing with her friends to look at me with a look of confusion on her face.

Call me dramatic, but at this moment everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as I kept walking closer to her. Her eyes were focused on mine and my eyes were focused on hers. It was like we were the only ones in the room.

I couldn't even hear the loud chatter and taunting of my classmates. I don't know whether it is because I tuned them out or the sound of my heartbeat was so loud that I couldn't even hear them over it.

Usually I'm a rational person and pride myself on not acting on impulse, but that rationality seemed to be thrown out the window. In the moment my only thought was to get back at Vanessa.

As soon as I was close enough to her, I lunged forward slapping her across the face as hard as I could without much thought.

I saw the expressions of excitement and awe on the faces of my classmates who now had their phones in hand, cameras set on record pointing at us as they knew they were going to capture a fight to post on their Instagram stories.

But I couldn't pay too much attention on the crowd as I then felt Vanessa's hands grabbing the end of both sides of my mid length hair and pulling it as if trying to yank it off. In desperation for the pulling to stop, I pushed her away in the stomach with my foot but only that made her tighten her grip on my hair and causing me more pain. So to retaliation I grabbed her hair back.
luckily she was wearing pig tails too so I used that to push her to the ground

With that, the fight started.

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Hello Loves. Author here. I think it goes without saying, but don't be like Vanessa. Don't tell somebody that their loved one is dead because of them, no matter how much you dislike them. Just make you  look like a douche

Question of the day: what's the correct way: Milk before cereal or Cereal before Milk

It's a pretty controversial question but  don't get too hostile. 

Me personally, I do neither. I don't like milk in my cereal. It gets soggy either way