NaBloPoMo...Day 12.
Operation: Get Your @SS Ready...Day 4.
I'm going to take advantage of Mama Kat's writing prompts again this week because I'm still afraid of running out of material by the end of the month. And my brain is feeling kind of mushy....perhaps because I'm not eating enough salmon. I looked at the choices and I knew this one was for me:
Tell a story about a moment in time when you were so happy you were you and not someone else in the room.
In elementary school...there was a girl that picked on me. We both walked home in the same direction and I always made sure to walk on the North side of the street because she favored the South side.
Most of her verbal attacks on me where made in the restroom (I think I stopped peeing at school around this time) but sometimes she would be jacking around on the way home and I would catch up with her and her friend. They would start yelling stuff at me from across the street and I would walk as fast as I could to get away from them.
After a few years, she moved on to Middle School and I didn't see her again until Jr. High. The first day of third semester, I sat down in my seat for bookkeeping class and I saw her a few rows ahead of me. I always avoided her gaze and it didn't appear that she remembered me so I was so relived.
One day, she walked into class with a jacket tied around her waist and she was crying. I overheard her tell a classmate that she had gotten her period and her WHITE PANTS were stained....and her mother wouldn't come get her. She had to finish out the day with bloody pants.
I was soooo glad that I wasn't her that day and vowed to NEVER wear white pants. EVER.
Karma's a bitch my friends.....
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You know whats worse?
ReplyDeleteWhen the bit...I mean girls who hated you when you were a teenager ask to be your friend on facebook...to play mothers group...I mean really?
Visiting from Mama Kats...
ReplyDeleteOh My Goodness ... this is probably the single worst thing that can happen to a girl at school. I love that her meanness came around and bit her years later and you got to witness it.
I wonder if she even remembers being mean to other kids...bullies so often forget all of that. But I bet she remembers the white pants catastrophe...
ReplyDeleteOh no... white pants in middle school. the stuff that nightmares are made of. Looking back on it, I feel a little sorry for her!
ReplyDeleteYeah, karma is a cruel mistress. She always gets hers in the end. :)
ReplyDeleteHow awful. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. But . . . sometimes what goes around comes around. I am shocked her mom wouldn't come to get her!
ReplyDeleteI see I wasn't the first to think "karma." lol
ReplyDeleteIn first grade, I always used to end up sitting across the lunch table from a second grade girl who would spend the entire lunch time calling me "the ugly duckling" and getting all of her friends involved. (Not to be mean, but she wasn't exactly a beauty queen.)
Ironically, we ended up becoming friends the next year ... somehow.
I see I wasn't the first to think "karma." lol
ReplyDeleteIn first grade, I always used to end up sitting across the lunch table from a second grade girl who would spend the entire lunch time calling me "the ugly duckling" and getting all of her friends involved. (Not to be mean, but she wasn't exactly a beauty queen.)
Ironically, we ended up becoming friends the next year ... somehow.
Aaahhh! sounds like the same kind of satisfaction you get when the police pull over the crazy driver who weaves in and out of traffic, going 95 MPH! :)
ReplyDeleteI would have been mortified if that had happened to me! What goes around comes around :)
ReplyDeleteThat's awful! That happened to a girl when I was in middle school too. BUT, she didn't know, and people pointed it out to her during the middle of lunch. EVERYONE was staring at her.
ReplyDeleteAwful that her mother wouldn't come pick her up.
And although I do feel bad, what goes around, comes around.
She got her due, but how mean of her mama not to at least bring her some clean clothes!!
ReplyDeleteAww, that's too bad for her. I'd say the bitch had it coming, lol. Thank God white pants weren't "in" when I was in jr high and high school, BUT my cheerleading uniform was white, so I knew the fear.
ReplyDeleteThat girl so got what she deserved! Karma, even from yo mama! :)
ReplyDeleteMy first response was the same as Jennifer's - "Karma's a Bitch" My second thought was what was wrong with that girl's mama?
ReplyDeleteI am so impressed with your taking on writing prompts like this. You already are a terrific writer...how great are you going to be with all this practice?
Love it...karma will get you in the end. she missed out on being friends with one sassy, wine loving mama! her loss!
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That actually happens to people? In real life? Crazy. I was always afraid of that happening to me in high school but I never even knew anyone who was that unlucky. Guess I never knew anyone that mean before:)
ReplyDeleteThat is sad, although it sounds like she kind of deserved it. I had something like that happen to me in middle school. What a horrible time in life - ack I hate even thinking about 7th grade!
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Jen
Can't believe her mom didn't at least bring her some pants!!
ReplyDeleteGotta love that karma...unless it's finger is pointed at you.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahaha!!! Sucks to be her!!
ReplyDeleteI was totally picked on all of grade 8 so I feel ya sister.
ReplyDeleteI seriously can't believe that her mother didn't come to pick her up. It just goes to show that she was fighting her own battles. She had a crap ass Mom that didn't teach her kindness. So it really wasn't about you anyway. She just learned it at home.
I couldn't believe my mom wouldn't pick me up that day. I was horrified.
ReplyDeleteAnd I really am sorry about all the pestering..can we PLEASE bury the hatchet!?!
I couldn't believe my mom wouldn't pick me up that day. I was horrified.
ReplyDeleteAnd I really am sorry about all the pestering..can we PLEASE bury the hatchet!?!