A Story of a Sad Little Boy

chapter 5: kawii wannabes

I feel like I peaked of my cuteness in 5th grade. Other than looks because I thought long puffy unruly hair and small square glasses was good looking. I looked like a circle. So on the first day of school the only person that talked to me was one of my friends from last year. He was a pretty nerdy dude who I'm not going to name because making up names for actually people is tiring. But later his friends told me to go sit somewhere else, I did because I don't want to cause trouble. I'm cool I swear. So ended up being friends with people from my kindergarten class. So this girl in which I always thought was gross and weird, learned how to use a belt and she turned out to be pretty neat. Also I fell for "Alice's" Trap again and was friends with her for the third time. So the teacher was terrible. Like her last name was angel but that woman was a devil. But math in her class was easy enough. So that year they introduce "go noodle" Which is a dance/exercise program. As I've mentioned I don't dance. So it was basically my touched and they were so determined to use it that they forced everyone to do it. Around late winter I got chosen for county chorus. It was pretty cool. We got to skip school to sing with the middle schoolers. So later that year I started horseback riding. I thought I was so cool, oh how wrong I was. So at the last lesson that year we went on a three hours long trail ride. And for my two readers that pretty much just means you go on a hike on a horse. So we went and there was a log down on the trail. We went around it. Before I say something I'm just going to say, my horse buddy absolutely hated me. So I was handed buddy after I climbed over the log, I was handed buddy. That fucking horse decided to go off the trail and take a snack break in MY FOOT! I didn't cry but my foot went numb. After everyone was over the log we rode back to the barn. I later realized it was a two mile ride. The next day I went to the doctors. It turns out that dumb horse broke my foot. So I for months, because the doctor was closed after 4 weeks, I had a boot on my foot. Around the end of fifth grade me and my friends got really into eraser animals. *"Alice" Had 12. I got 30 off of Amazon. Thanks capitalism. Around the end of the year she got mad Because I had more. Really she already hated me so she just started to ignore me. She then yelled at me because I asked why she was ignoring me. Luckily I realized she was toxic in 7th grade. But I was just glad I had books I could escape to. Later that month I graduated fifth grade. When I did I cut my leg on the seats and the entire time I had blood running down my leg. Therefore that's my revenge for being forced into a dress. To this day I still prefer anything but dresses. But that's a story for another time.

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