Chapter 2 The Idiots

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You know what I hate the most? Pure idiots. The ones who think they are older because they are taller. The ones who think a filter can make them look good. The ones who think just because they are older makes them more smart and superior. The list goes on and on. So, this girl in my grade... Let's call her Claudia because she really looks like one. So, "Claudia" is also new to my school, and is trying to fit in, just like me. But she is MEAN. Stealing half my lunch, laughing at me, kicking me. Did I ever tell you that I can easily tell how a person's mind works? I can't read minds, but I know how most people think. Quiet ones can be easy or hard. Usually hard. Loud ones are very simple.
So this is went on in her mind told in her perspective by me((I hope that made sense)). Basically, what I am saying is this is how I interpreted her thoughts shown from her feelings. So I am actually Clare but this shows Claudia's thoughts. It's tough because we are opposites. She uses absolutely no logic at all.
Me-"I loooove horses and Taylor Swift!!!"
Clare- "Ew. No. Please. Just no."
Me- "I HATE YOU!"
Clare-" What is your reason?"
You are so hard to agree with!
Me-*kicks*
Clare- "You know you really annoy me."
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Here is how it went in my mind.
Claudia-"I LOVE HORSES AND TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!!!"
Does she realize how annoying that is. I wonder if she thinks of others. I bet she will end up getting semi-annoyed.
Me-"Ew. No. Please. Just no."
Claudia- "I HATE YOU!"
It seems to have gotten her mad. She really drives me nuts. Gets on my last nerve.
Me-"What is your reason?"
That is a mistake. Saying things before you think.
I feel a light push on my shin. I got kicked. That was such a little kid reaction. Now she is stomping and jumping up and down like an angry toddler.
She annoys me so much. But I can't tell her.

I hate people. Idiots. I can never find people with the same thought process. I am not wild. I am still fun, but I don't run around tackling. I am too gentle. I can't kill a fly without feeling bad. They are one of us. Same life. Different form.

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