The Bitch Project

"Untitled Part 1"

I am Rosilyn Marie Johnson. Everyone uses my nickname: Bitch. I am not even afraid to admit that I am a bitch because honestly I am. I give people dirty looks. I tell everyone my honest opinion. And I do not talk to anyone.

It was a Monday, the third Monday in September. I was in the bathroom debating whether or not I wanted to ditch class. I was in all honors and i was getting pretty good grades, leaving couldn't hurt me too much. That is when this girl came sobbing in. "Waah ah ah". I tried to hold back a smile until I looked up to see her behind me in the mirror with snot down her nose, her mascara running down her face, and her hair was a hot sweaty mess that could house a family of birds.

" Ar..Are you alright?" Oh, shit, why did I say that to her? I couldn't care less about how she felt, she looked God awful and her wailing made me want to slam my head in a car door.

"He..He kissed HEERRRR!!!" She wailed.

"Okay, okay." Assuming she meant her boyfriend. " Everyone knows he has you so she is probably a slut and a horrible person and he sounds like he is to, get over it." it was the truth, it was what I was thinking and it is what I told her.

She looked horrified. Her black rimmed eyes widened as she heard the words come out of my mouth. Pushing my brown hair back, trying to think I suddenly blurted out the worse sentence I could at that moment.

"Do you want to ditch with me?" Sugar-Honey-Iced-Tea. God why?

Unfortunately, she nodded before she washed off her face and brushed her hair so it was not as messed up.

Just like that, I helped the most popular girl in our school... and I lost my reputation.

We ended up going to get some ice cream and we must of looked like quite the sight to see. She was wearing a short pink skirt with a tight tank top and a pink cardigan. As for me, I was wearing black high top vans, black skinny jeans, and a tight-ish grey t-shirt with a baggy over the shoulder black bag that had a black and white Tumblr looking picture on it. Two different styles for two different types of people.

"So exactly what happened?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

" I was walking to class and I saw Brad,my boyfriend, making out with Ashley. He saw me and I screamed that we were breaking up." She explained.

I nodded. " Alright."

" What?" She asked as she took a spoonful of her strawberry ice cream and shoved into her mouth.

"Nothing, it is just that it is not that surprising. Ashley is a slut, she kisses a different guy everyday and Brad is a pig." I said casually.

She just looked at me widen eyed and surprised.

We continued eating our ice cream in silence after my remark about her boyfriend being a pig and Ashley being a slut. What did she expect? It is the truth! Ashley kissed a different guy on different days at different places around the school. Last year she did not kiss the same guy two days in a row. Rumor even has it that at one of Brads parties she slept with three different guys.

She also did not know what clothes were. Even in 65 degree weather she wore short shorts that barley passed as underwear and usually a belly shirt. She would then continue to flirt with a guy and steal his hoodie or an extra shirt and strut around with it going down past her shorts.

After we finished ice cream, I left driving out of the parking lot I saw the popular girl looking out the window at me, she even waved. I just laughed and waved back. Ha! She waved!

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When I arrived home the house was bare as always. I lived by myself for the most part, everyone else had plans.
I decided to watch some television so I plopped myself down onto our grey wrap around couch and but my feet up on our black coffee table. Turning on Dance Moms to watch the big screaming lady torment little kids. Also, the moms are hilarious and ironic.

Around 6 o' clock-ish, I got a text message from the popular girl. What did she think she was doing? How did she even get my number?
"Hey, want to go to the mall with me?"
No.
"When? And why?" I replied.
"Tomorrow after school and because you are very honest lol."
Oh God, no.
"Ok."
This is awful.

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Eventually, I went to sleep after finishing my homework. It was 10 at night and still no one was home.

When I woke up I heard ruckus coming from downstairs. Quickly putting on grey skinny jeans and a tight black shirt that had the different phases of the moon on it, I brushed my hair and applied mascara before I rushed down the steps.
"Hey, loser." My obnoxious brother greeted me.
"Where were you last night?"
He shook his head, " None of your business. Maybe if you were social you would have been there."

And with that, we sat in silence eating our buttered toast.

My brother was popular and every girl wanted him. We went to the same school but no one would ever know it, he was older than me, more social, and he was popular . I was just kinda there.

After we finished breakfast, I went to my car and he went to his. He loved me and was always protective of me but I just didn't want him to be associated with me inside of school.

As I parked my car, I heard the worst thing imaginable.
"Rosie!!! Hi! Guys this is Rosie!"
It knew my name?
Rolling my eyes, I offered a small wave and then walked right past them and into school.

My first class of the day was my law class, then I went to math, lunch, gym, and the finally history. In law we watched a video on the "Green River Killer". Basically, it was a video about a man who raped and killed girls in his van and then dumped their bodies in the woods near a river.
Math was horrible. We are learning about trigonometry which is the worst thing ever.
Lunch was fun. I sat by myself until the popular girl tried to sit with me. I don't even know her name and she tried to sit with me.
" So, wanna meet up after school so we can go to the mall together?"
"Sure."
And with that the bell rang and I quickly got up and went to gym. In gym we played volleyball and my team was pretty understanding that I didn't have to do anything but serve. Finally, history came around and we learned about WW2.
Now I had to go the mall.