Kit-Kats & Love : A true story

Five

Five

Yeah, yeah, I know you're getting impatient for more Shose, but I promise this will be the last chapter, for now, of me rambling about my problems whilst talking about my life.

Over the summer before high school, I reached out to areas looking for some kind of love, and I soon regretted it. Now, I am not going to mention what I did, but I will give some vague background information with a message to each person.

To the guy on Kik: Thanks a lot. I hate you. You ripped my innocence from me. Stole it for your own enjoyment. I hope you're in a worse position right now. You were ugly anyways.

To Frank: You're still doing to this day what you did to me, flirting with the freshmen girls, getting them to hang out with you. Way to go to make a girl feel special, though you felt nothing at all. Everybody knows you're a manwhore. So, to you, a fuck you.

I don't get how Frank is still my "friend". I'd consider him more of an acquaintance, as we rarely hang out. I've wanted to avoid that. He can be unintentionally rude, obnoxious, and you can tell he's obviously thirsty. He can't control his loud mouth.

But 9th grade year was eh. I was in so many activites, drama at this time taking up most of my time, that I didn't care that much about school. I still had good grades of A's across the board, but that was about it.

Ninth grade in general was lame.

Except lunch.

I had lunch nine, the last lunch of the day. I had met this senior. Her name was Brittany. She was really cool, she liked to cosplay as well, along with being a total geek like us. One day, which I remember clearly, was the best.

A kid in my grade, Ben, had gotten a salad that day, and was walking past our table. He must have tripped over his own feet or something, because the kid fell. His salad went everywhere.

"Well I guess he tossed his salad."

Brittany was the one who made the remark, and we all laughed at the horrible pun she had made. Ever since I've been making bad puns left and right. She got me a sketchbook, copic markers, some pencils, and drew me the character Red from pokemon for my birthday. I loved it.

Then, when I slept over at her house, since I couldn't make it to Otakon with her, she got me a gift while she was there. It was this cute blue bunny, that was really soft and had a winterish theme to it. While playing around with it that night, trying to decide on a name for it (a childish thing, I know), the one eye popped out. I tried to fix it, and then when Brittany took it for a bit, the eye popped out again, and we soon lost the other eye. It was pulled into another universe. So, the name had come up. "Señor One-eye Fluffykins III" was the title given to it. I was taking Spanish, and since it was blue I assumed it would be a boy. One-eye, well it only had one eye. Fluffykins, I don't remember how that came up, it might have just been what I thought of at the time. Then Brittany had suggested the III, and that completed the name.

We were good friends. She was in drama too, so I could hang out with her more often.

Brittany and I slowly grew apart after she left high school, but have been talking much more recently.

When I had asked her if I could have a ride to my first ever convention, she had said yes, but there was some miscommunication. I thought they were going to pick me up, but apparently I was supposed to walk to their house. Brittany gave me no time because when I was going to start walking, they said "We're leaving. Ask Sam for a ride." and I hated her for a while.

She's still a nice girl, don't get me wrong. We just didn't communicate enough when it came to the convention, as stated before.

I saw her at a local pizza place like 2 months ago. I try to talk to her now but she's busy with college and a boyfriend, so we rarely talk. I mean I have one too, but, I still make time.

AAAANNNYYWAAAYSSS.

Sorry. :/ I'm probably often going to get off track a lot, but it makes the story more interesting, yes? No, well okay. I think it does.

Other than that, I had cool teachers freshmen year, and liked a lot of my classes, except one.

Spanish.

It wasn't the course, no. I was actually doing pretty well for it being a language course. In the 80-90 range. It was the teacher, Mrs. Ritter.

She made everything boring. It didn't help that I had this class first thing in the morning after homeroom. Just how she taught was boring. Very boring. One day I was day dreaming, and she pointed me out for it. Normally, I try my best to pay attention. Other people in the class sleep for goodness sake (one of them actually Shawn himself) and she points me out for being in my own thoughts. Well I'm SORRY you bitch. Maybe make the class a bit more fun and I would enjoy it.

I had chorus with Mr. Milne, and it was his last year of teaching, as he was going to retire. I had him back in 4th grade as the band teacher. I played clarinet, but since I walked to school and my parents both worked morning shifts most of the time, if I forgot my music or instrument, I would expect a yelling from Milne himself.

Mr. Foley was cool. He often told us life stories when we had to learn American history.

Gym was the usual.

Then English, with Mrs. DeBoer. I loved having her as a teacher, and she loved having me as a student, because I was her student of the semester.

Then Earth Science, with Mr. Whismer. He was a cool guy, and kind of cute too, but it was really boring learning about rocks.

Then lunch.

Then Algebra II with Mrs. LaVigne. She was a nice teacher as well, I feel like I bonded with her the most as my desk was often by her desk.

Then the final class of the day was one of my humanities, whether it be music, family consumer science, career ed, or art. Mr. Milne, Mrs. Ross, Miss. Mrich, and Mrs. Resto were all cool people, but personally I liked the girl teachers the most as they were easy to talk to and I didn't have a bad past with them. Resto was the coolest, as she had tattoos and taught us many neat things in Art, like marbling.