Warning: a lot of curse. If you believe in it and have a best friend, good for you! Don't read it, you might get offended.
This chapter is dedicated to that bitch who ruined half of my eleventh grade! And I really don't give a fuck if she stumbles upon this piece of writing because she deserves it!
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I won't mention her name since Liz Salvadore isn't my real name either so let's name her Tiff? I guess, pretty lame right? Purpose served!
So Tiff and I were really good friends in eleventh grade. Like so good that I'd think that we would be friends for life. Hold your horses! We did not fight over a boy, that's so cliche!!! Don't assume things. I'm a proper competitive nerd. Not even a single person in this frigging universe can rile me up, although I have a weak spot for Jony and Harry Styles but that's totally platonic and not required for this story.
Anyyyyhowwww
I have this weird habit of cribbing, all nerds do, to some extent like now. I mean, I used to complain about calculus and physics and homework and animal kingdom a lot. So I guess that's where the ordeal of friendship got boring for her! (Get the sarcasm)
I never talked about boys or crushes. Don't get me wrong I can talk about boys, I mean I can joke about sex openly it's a no biggie. I'm not awkward about it but it's just that I am not keen on discussing the not really good looking doofuses in my grade. Is there something wrong with me!? I have never been attracted to anyyyyone at all! But then again, I drooled over Michele morrone's Instagram so I'm not really asexual either. I'm a completely normal girl with freakishly high standards. Yes!
So Tiff confessed about her boyfriend she had a year ago and I was okay so? I didn't push her to tell me anything neither did I pass no any information. I know what girl code means. But suddenly from the next day, she stops talking to me!?
I donno how many weeks and cried over it, thinking what did I do wrong? I tried to confront her but she'd chicken out! So I gave up. Then she did some drama in the class and everyone believed I had something to do with it. I swear i didn't even have an inch of an idea what was going on!
So I ignored. And finally got over it. I'm so thankful I gained my wits and got over it.
Months later, I was told that she went bragging to the entire institute that I was some boring bitch who wasn't capable of holding a conversation so she had to get rid of me and it was pleasant getting rid of me. And I was told I had depression that even I didn't know of. That's not something to joke about.
I cried a lot that day and moved forward.
Then 12th grade came.
I was upgraded to the top 15 of the institute who were taught separately for the competitive exams and the bitches could not take it. The whole gang was onto me now. Tiff had managed to spread the rumor that I was successful depressed and I won't be able to handle the pressure and I'd breakdown and return to the lower batch. So much so for a prophecy. That day, I cried again. I was so not over it. But I felt I had a lot to prove. I can't just stop now!
A girl came upto me out of nowhere. I had never talked to her even though we were in the same class. Not Because of attitude of course but we sat quite far so it didn't happen coincidentally. She told me that I looked ugly and had gained a lot. Damn right I did! I study hard that's why I did. Another prick told me that I was not capable of any repect and he said it in a rudest possible way but this time I shot back saying that I didn't want any respect from his kind.
So those are some of the things that came flashing in my mind today when I was again drowning myself in self doubt but after writing about it, I feel so much better already. I just don't doubt myself anymore. I'm glad I created this book. It's such a good source for a vent off.
