Everyone would call me a maniac jokingly. I would do things that most people wouldn't dare to do. Like when I was four a rattlesnake came into our house and no one dared to go near it but I went and picked it up and cuddled it. I didn't get bit and I was perfectly fine. Or in second grade when a bird somehow got into the school and everyone thought it was gross but I went up and it flew onto my shoulder and cuddled me. And because of all these occurrences nobody wanted to be my friend. It was fine with me, I was more of a loner anyways.
One time a guy asked me out, he was a loner like me but I liked his company. I should have known it was a joke from the start but I guess I was naive. When I showed up her was there with a camera I had thought was for memories but he showed them to the whole school. He disappeared soon after though, it was weird.
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".....she is always zoning out. The whole school, those who know her, are worried." I forgot that I was at a parent-teacher conference. My grades were fine but apparently they don't like it when I don't engage in class.
"Her grades are fine, and honestly as long as she is understanding the material and her grades aren't slipping unusually, everything is fine." my father said in a firm but gentle voice.
"I understand that but she needs to interact with other students. She is still technically a child and she needs to be social" Every teacher at my school used 'technically' when referring to whether I was a child or not. I was mature for my age, as I was often told.
"If she doesn't want to be social she doesn't have to be. That is her choice and you of all people can not force that upon her. So kindly not kindly fuck off asshole." my dad said not so kindly as before
"Come on, darling," my mother said sweetly grabbing my arm gently so snap me out of my haze. "Your father has some...things to sort out."
"Okay," I said not really caring what was happening just glad to get out of there.
As soon as we were out of the school building my mom and I started laughing our asses off over nothing. We talked for about 30-40 minutes until my dad came out. He looked tense but calmer.
"How about we go home and watch a movie?" my mom suggested
"Of course!" my dad said kissing my temple then my moms
"But what about the thing? With the being social" I asked
"I wish I could have done better but they are having you do a social group therapy experiment with other teens. It will be every Tuesday until the end of the year or until they see an improvement" My father said hugging me
" 'Kay" I said disappointedly since the end of the year is 11 months away
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When I got to school my first class was English and we had to present our poems. I never had a problem with presenting because I would pretend like I was talking to myself in the mirror. We had to write sad poems. First it was the popular girls turn, she wrote about not being able to go to Sephora. Next was the jocks turn, he wrote about not being able to play sports. Then went a few other people and I zoned out.
"...the end" said a girl
"Okay...next is Adeena" my teacher said, I was still in a haze so she said "Adeena, Adeena"
"Oh, sorry" I said standing up and and grabbing my notebook. I went to the front of the class.
"Oh its the emo girl" a few people whispered.
"I bet she wrote about not being able to wear black or something" a few others said
"Alright quiet down now" My teacher said, there were some other murmurs but the were quickly silenced by my teacher snapping her fingers
"My poem is called 'Monsters'" I said, opening my notebook to the page "I stopped looking for the monsters in my closet. Or under my bed. When I finally realized. They were all in my head, feeding me negative thoughts. And I just finally believed them, I stopped believing in the monsters with sharp fangs, sharp claws, or scary eyes. When I realized They were in my head. I'm not going to try to pretend that They aren't real. That They aren't telling the truth, because They are.' The end"
I looked around and saw a few people wiping their tears on their sleeves or sucking theirs back in. I sat back down and started to draw in my notebook while my teacher told us about how great we all did. When the bell rang I didn't bother to try and get up. I sat there waiting for people to clear out, hectically. While waiting one of the bullies came up and ripped my drawing in half and started calling me slurs like slut, emo, bitch, and so on. When I had enough I got up and started to pack up when he grabbed my backpack.
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"Your daughter broke his nose, his arm, and his jaw. Fractured his leg and gave him a purple nurple and punched him where the light doesn't shine" said my principle
"He shouldn't have messed with her, it would have been a punch but he also fought back" my mother said coldly
I sat in the third chair behind my parents with nothing other than a small scratch and a black eye.
"My daughter did the right thing standing up for herself, that was her personal property he was touching and getting into. And this isn't the first time either. There has been multiple occasions where these kids have bullied her and have laid their hands on her before so, no she had enough and did the right thing." my father yelled slightly
"And that wasn't the worst I could have done to those assholes" I finally spoke up
"Now, there is no need for vulgar language Miss. Domhnall" my principal said firmly
"I don't give a shit about your morals or the rules right now. These teens or kids or whatever have waterboarded me, stolen my lunch, stolen my my lunch money, and have even taken my clothes and tried to flush them down the toilet while I was in P.E. So please don't tell me that I went too far, because I did less than I should have." I said standing up and putting my hands on the desk to support me while I bent down
"Two wrongs don't make a right, Adeena" my principal said
"No but three left do asshole" I said, as I walked out I flipped him off. Holding a smug look on my face.
A few moments later my parents came out and stood in front o me while I leaned against the car. Their facials seemed emotionless but glad at the same time.
"What?" I said rolling my eyes "Should I have not flipped him off? Too bad. I'm tired of being taken advantage of just because I'm nice."
"We are glad you did it" my mom said smiling my father following after her
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Blood & Bruises
FantasyAdeena is just trying to fucking get through life. Sorry not sorry.
