So these people find it fascinating to sit on the ground, in the space directly in front of my locker during recess and lunch, despite the fact that they seem to hate me. In other words - these four LOVELY AND POLITE people think that it's absolutely hilarious for them to sit on the floor looking like deaf monks doing a cult while I struggle to get food out of my goddamn locker. And why do I know this? Because whenever I go to my locker, I have to ask them at least three times to move. And when they miraculously seem to register the words I'm repeating, they go "omg I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was sitting in front of your locker... I'll move... You can get to your locker now..."
I don't say anything and just stare at her as she awkwardly shuffles to the other side of the cult circle because we've been having this conversation almost everyday. Your other three monk friends side-eye me.
What, you want me to say "oh no it's okay [ST] you don't have to move... I'll just eat from the bin over there..."
YES FCKING MOVE PLEASE. DO YOU WANT ME TO STARVE?
(yes)
And I go to my locker and [ATT (one of the more academically-challenged monks/cult members)] visibly shuffles away from my direction. Her other monkey friends laugh. Sure, laugh all you want. At the end of the day, you'll all still be bragging about the 65% you scored in the core class you barely got into. Compare to your dumbass friends all you want; I'm waiting for the day when karma strikes back at you. And who knows... maybe i'll be the karma :3
(no, I definitely DON'T have a list of painful torture methods I could, and WILL use on you all.)
And please, don't even GET ME STARTED on [HS] who complains to everyone everyday about how she "can't get insta, tiktok or any social media at all! My parents are sooooo strict, when they found out I got instagram they confiscated my phone! How am I going to talk to my not-boyfriend now???? Oh yeah, also, they make me study 2 hours of maths a day and if I don't get into selective school, my parents will kill me!!!"
Then that fcking piece of bear-shit somehow DOES get into selective school, while being in CORE maths class and averages 65% on every test.
WTF???
and then she asks her parents for a SECOND PHONE???
btw if you wanna know more about [ST] just read the 8th part of this book thingy, it's called "Email to Miss Teacher's Pet".
and I'm pretty sure [ATT] and [HS] have a crush on my french teacher. and the teacher looks like he's 40 years old. All they ever do in french class is twirl their hair, lean on their chair and scroll instagram reels at the back of the class while screaming at each other. And they're also dumb asf.
ow i just scraped my tongue on my brace
okay byeeeeeeeeee :3
~ Ambrosia 💜
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