Homo Enigmatics

My bullshit day

So yeah, by the title you can probably guess that my day has been shitty.

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So it all started in first period when my friend was moved from my table because of something she wasn't involved in. Minor, I know.

But then, in second period, my long term bully, lets call her Bailee, continues bullying me. She started treating me like shit ever since she found out I was gay, and then GUESS WHAT. Two days later, all of my grade knows.

Then, in third period, I got bullied by a classmate and his sister because I didn't let him get away with lying.

In fourth period I hung out with friends, one of the only good things to happen today.

In fifth period I get treated like shit by Bailee again, normal. But THEN, as she's passing out journals, she throws mine at my face.

In sixth period it was fine(as fine as math can get)

In seventh, oh look. Jackass Bailee comes along and (it was PE, playing with basketballs) she drops her ball and it comes rolling towards me. "Don't touch that!" She yelled, yet I still rolled it to her. Guess what the FUCK she did. She fucking acted like that ball was the plague, and then as she was asking my friend for hers (who thankfully knows how shitty I'm treated by this bitch) said no, and then Bailee kicks my ball out of my hands and it rolls across the room. And then she had to put icing on the fucking cake. She said "Oops, I'm SO sorry" and walked away. It pisses me off.

Then in eight period, I joined a group (the last good thing of my day so far) that helped with library stuff and decor.

In ninth period, I'm doing normal choir shit, then suddenly, these two long term enemies start bickering again, and I had such a terrible day (and the fact that monthly blood gave me mood swings) made me give up and tell the teacher. I sit down and she asks them to go outside to talk. While she was outside, previously mentioned bully (the sister of the lying kid, refer to period three) started calling me a tattle tale and my friend, my fucking FRIEND agreed. I said it was childish, and they just brushed me off like I was some eight-year-old who's opinion never matters.

As I was about to leave, I was at my locker and suddenly REALLY had to use the restroom. Despite how close it was, I still managed to stain my jeans. Then, I had to bike home with stained jeans, and then I'm here.

So there's my shitty day.

Damn this rant was 456 words without this added note....