Bullying Victim // Grant Landis

Too Old For Your Shit

So yesterday mom told me she's going with Dad to a vaction on London, they're leaving me with Grant Landis aka My babysitter, at first I couldn't believe it Grant Landis is too busy for babysitting me but it turns out Mom & Dad are paying him a lot of money well it'd be a simple job since I'm not a baby I see now why did he agree to them.

the first thing that came into my mind when she said Grant Landis, I imagined my life would be like Angelena and Brad pitt the perfect romance he'd be the salt and I'd be the pepper we'd be so perfect together and maybe even fall in love have perfect picnics together and take silly selfies with eachother.

but now that I think about it more clearly I can't even make a one friend, how the hell am I going to get Grant Landis to like me atleast as a babysitter ? that'd be hard and I'd fail miserably,

if I failed then my only source of happiness Grant Landis's music, would be ruined and I don't want to ruin this source just like I ruined the others.

I still have two weeks to spend them with my parents, Tomorrow is Friday after school I'm going online to research how to make friends or make people to like you, I'm desperate and that's the only thing I can do now, I really can't handle Grant Landis disliking me too it'd be really awful it's even more awful than Ben hating me, I fell asleep and all those thoughts in my head.

It's friday.

I woke my parents up, I straighted my hair and put it out on a ponytail, I decided I'd wear my short black dress with belt in the middle it was a short sleeves dress and I'd wear my galaxy vans shoes and tons of bracelets, about makeup my mom said she'd take care of it today I was actually scared about this I've never showed up in school wearing a lot of makeup.

I waited for mom she showed up with a small bag, it looked full with stuff.

I asked "What's That?" She replied "it's my makeup bag" she sat near me getting ready to apply makeup.

First she gave me some weird soap she told me to wash my face with it, then she applied some foundation on my face, she opened her makeup bag and got some blush and applied a little bit on my cheeks, she got a water eyeliner and put some on lids made a wing eyeliner after that she applied some Mascaras her final touch was more foundations.

she told me I looked beautiful but sadly I didn't believe her she said today I should wear a dress of hers, I disliked the idea because mom's dresses are colorful and it draws attention to people eye's the last thing I need is them staring at me more than they already do, my mom suggested again that I should wear heels but I don't like wearing heels and I'm not even sure if I know how to walk with them her last suggestion was that I should let my hair down I agreed and opened my hair brushed it a little then I rushed to the bus.

I got in the bus as I walked everyone was talking about my makeup but I couldn't hear what they're saying is good or bad ?

I even thought about taking it off, but then I realized

"They will Hate You If You are Pretty,They Will Hate You If You are Not"

The bus stopped it's time for the Slave House.

My first class as usual is English, it went normally but I noticed Mr.Clarkson was staring at me for a long time I was wondering why ? maybe because of my makeup.

*The bell rang*

Mr.Clarkson asked if he could talk to I said "Yes Of Course". I walked toward his Table and I asked "Yes Mr.Clarkson?" he looked at me with a serious look like he's upset lr something and just said "You're makeup is way too over don't get me wrong Ms.Aniston I just don't want you to get teased by the other kids, this makeup doesn't fit you at all ! I think you shouldn't be wearing it at school at all the kids here would make fun of you and you'd be a joke"