On the Replay: "Crappy Love Ballad", chapter 2
1. Neal (but it was only make believe)
Whenever there's some sappy love story or some beastie little story about a princess or some other shit like that, they always start at the beginning. I guarantee that this isn't some sappy little love story (take the hint from "Crappy Love Ballad" being my #1 replay song). Although this is a very true story, I will start from the beginning as per usual. The name is Katie, don't get some silly little heroine picture in your head either, I'm as bad (or worse) then the others. I'm just the victim in this side of the story. Is that too selfish?
I started at some stupid Jesus loving school when I was a wee tot at the age of a mere 4 years old. It was there that after a year of the regular outcast humiliation that usually comes with being the one kid whose high anticipations for school are rejected by nature and struck down by her first lunch in the cafeteria. Skipping the gory details (no I'm totally kidding) I met a boy. He was the average "let's get married by the age of 22" type of kid who is destined to have at least 25 kids or get some major disease in his life that makes you feel bad for him and sticks him a wheel chair when he's 30 or something and you see him at the class reunion and think terrible things you did to him in your younger years. He's that kid that had grey goose white hair that would spout to curly blond by the time he would reach junior high. He was the kid I some how fell in love with at the age of 5.
We would sit at the same lunch table and share celery and peanut butter snacks. He would kiss my cheek in class during drawing time. He would lie next to me during naptime and we would whisper together while the other little kiddles slumbered around us. In gym class when the gym teachers made us dance together and make us close our eyes and run around to find a partner we would search for each other.
"Is it you?" he would ask.
"Yes, is this you?"
"Yes." He would dip me and we would tango like no one's bisness.
One day in the playground we had a mock wedding ceremony. He kissed me on the lips on the swing set and promised to take me to Disney land for our honeymoon. It was my first actual little kid kiss. Actually, it was my first kiss ever, on the lips at least. I'm not sure at the standards nowadays, he counts any more.
We would always be teased in the hallways and such about our affection for each other and never once did he deny that he had feelings for me. He must have had a deeply wonderful relationship with his parents at home for no other normal boy at this age would have relinquished his reputation for his feelings of any lowly creature as a girl.
He counted to me as a boyfriend although he hardly counts at all in reality because we were only in kindergarten and he was just a little boy whose hormones picked me up and that was basically it. I was always the romantic type when I was younger. It was harder for me to realize that boys had cooties than for the other girls. I couldn't ever repel them like they could. I could just let them chase me around in the playground and let Neal say nice things about me. I was picked on when I was younger for many reasons. Like my ferocious curly red hair that bounced with me as I ran places and was the snarliest of any ones I knew. My mother would have problems combing it when I was younger and I would scream like a banshee as she tried to get a slight tangle out. Ridiculous, I know. Hopefully my children won't have such problems with their hair. I bet they will though because it's in the history of my family, stupid genes, thanks a lot God. Ha-ha. But Neal's hair was so pretty, shiny and thin and there were no snarls and it was completely straight in that bowl cut that was popular in that day and age. Seemed like everyone had that hair cut, now that I think about it. I look in the old yearbook and I see the bowl cuts flopping all about the place and I remember Neal's. Slightly his own style, slightly the style that was in.
He left the Jesus school after that year. I'm not sure why. I deeply missed him and being the senseless brainless fool I was then at the age of 6 I imagined he would come back any day. I remember that every day I would wait for him on the play ground and wishing that he would come back and tug on my pigtail and whisper sweet nothings into my ear like he used to. I begged to find out what had happened to him then and I asked my friends if they had heard anything of his disappearance. Where did he go? Why did he leave?
I saw him at the Narragansett supper market a while after that year. The encounter explained everything. I remember he smiled at me and told me he missed me. My aunt asked his mother about the absence from the school and she said something like he was going to another school. I frowned and I wished it wasn't true and I could have Neal Redman (his last name) every day of the school week again. His mother explained something about something or other and my aunt and her conversed while we played sticky bun eyes at each other. The echoes of the past whirled in my mind and he was there like he was there before for me and then he was gone again. His mother had said that we could get together for a play date or something like that but it never happened. I never really saw him again. I still think about him when the topic comes up about my old school or about boyfriends and first kisses.
So, you're probably wondering why I am writing any of this. Why I am writing down every boy I had sort of feelings about. It started when my life went down the drain. When nothing went good and everything fell apart and I was picking the pieces of my shattered life up from the ground. When I almost had to see a shrink and just might. Where I almost didn't get sent to Lincoln School and now I wish I hadn't. When I lost all my friends. When I still hadn't had the brains to realize I loved him.
My name is Kate, I'm 14 and this is the story of how my life went down the tubes in the duration of 5 small days. But as per usual I'm going to keep the suspense and then show you the truth in the end of what happened. What could possibly be so bad that I would want to transfer out of my beyond awesome prep school? What would make me want to run away, cut myself, and then have sex with a complete stranger all in the same day.
My insane questioning comes from not the technique that our completely stock raving mad history teacher was talking about the other day, the Socratic method or something like that. I'm talking about the method in which thousands of dramatic girls gave too many questions in the Hollywood world. (Ex: Dogma, Gone With the Wind, 10 Things I Hate About You, Princess Diaries, etc.)
That's a technique that I got from my friend Erica. My former wife. Not quite sure about her any more. Not quite sure about any one any more.
Although, I do wish I knew about things because ever since the day that my world came tumbling down I've had 8 panic attacks. Just like how she treats me, "this is what I deserve." Fuck that. I'll just pretend that she doesn't exist.
McKenzie, Rachel, and me. That's what we used to be until McKenzie made me realize that they never actually liked me in sixth grade. McKenzie and Rachel were best friends until second grade. That's when I came to Lincoln School. I was the still the clueless little curly haired girl who knew nothing about any thing. I was the useless one pulled into her group. I used to be funny to laugh at because I was dumb. They were my "friends". We would always eat together and talk together and play together in the playground. I suppose that wasn't enough to shake their one year prior relationship to let me be equal to them.
On birthdays, everyone would draw a picture of the person and make a little caption about how that person is nice or something. Special. That was it. Of coarse everyone was totally fake in the book and never said anything they actually meant. Except for McKenzie and Rachel. For mine, Rachel drew a picture of her going down a water slide. I was at the bottom... "Katie is special because she is always there for you." For you to smash on? Sure. McKenzie's was a picture of her and Rachel pushing me off of the big black top (a wooden constructed tree house type thing). "Katie is special because she is funny." What ever you say, bitch.
By third grade Rachel and I became closer. We rode horses together. She made me very insecure though, she was really skinny. I was fat. She was really good at riding. I sucked major ass. She had McKenzie, I had the dust mites at the corner of my cubby. So as you can see I was threatened very much! Rachel and I went to Paris for a vacation. We got drunk from the wine there and were grounded for the duration of the trip.
Rachel left that year in third grade because her mom was given the freedom to leave the place where she worked for the school. She went to some school closer to where she lived in Newport. I got to see Rachel later. She would come over to my house every once in a while. We got together for the next two following Halloweens. I went to a camp at her school with her. That's where I met Cody, boy # 3.
After Rachel left, McKenzie and I went our separate ways for a while it seems, but I always thought she was a friend of mine. She was the emo kid of the bunch, I could always catch her hiding under bushes, crying. When we were kids we weren't afraid to hurt ourselves, we didn't think there would be long time affects to any of it. I know I hurt myself a lot when I was younger. Purposely fall so someone could pick me up. Intentionally cut myself so someone could give me a band aid. Things like that. I don't do it now because I realize of the pain and how it's not worth it, or that's what I thought.
By fifth grade, McKenzie seemed to only have friends in the other fifth grade class, not me. She was mostly friends with this girl Nikki. Nikki and McKenzie would always play together on the jungle gym while I would play beanie babies with my other friends. I saw her from a distance and how close she was with Nikki. That was the same year that Nikki's mom died of cancer or something like that. Every one tried to say that they were Nikki's real friend so they should comfort her. I admitted I hardly knew Nikki. McKenzie should have been the one at her side. I'm not sure if she followed through with that though. Most of us went to the funeral also.
In sixth grade I started to talk to McKenzie a little more but she still claims that she hardly knew me then. That she hated me. I went along with the disappointment then, but I could hardly bear to think that some one who I thought was closer to me then most people would claim not to know me. McKenzie and I got closer and closer to one another and we would be friends by the end of sixth grade.
By seventh grade McKenzie had become one of us. One of the "corner group" as people called us, although I didn't find out we had been called this all middle school until the very last day of eight grade. McKenzie and I got a lot stranger to each other. By the dances we were good chums that danced with each other and dragged one another around the schools and the small rooms they cramped us all in to dance. We knew each other more. Then McKenzie brought a girl into the group whom no one liked. Anna. McKenzie learned her lesson in the end but all those days I got called ridiculous things and got shot down by Anna. She would call me fat, (this leading to my anorexia, and her ending up to be 4 sizes bigger then me). She would say my ass was big (which resulted in self pity, then realizing that guys loved big assed girls, envy on her part, and then regret on mine when finding out that getting too close to the edge will make you fall right off.)
I let it settle over the summer about McKenzie's harsh decisions of this girl who no one really liked. Mimi, this rich girl who was formally in our group, would tell me one day in Spanish class, "Let's beat Anna up in the bathroom, I'm not joking." That eventually turned out badly because Anna found out about the betrayal on Mimi's behalf. I stuck out of it and ended up being hate by Mimi for a little while. During the summer, I hardly heard from any one besides McKenzie. We would talk on the phone all the time. It seems that we had so much in common then. She made me a birth day present: a shoe box covered in pictures of the band we loved, Blink-182.
Anna got much worse the next year. She was totally ruining my life and she kept breaking me down. I got the better of the group on the camping trip by being scandalous for attention and Anna neutered McKenzie all the while. Those days seemed like years back then. In September, Anna would sit with us and it seemed like less and less people were starting to like her. By October it was Halloween. I had a party. I was deciding who to invite and Anna and McKenzie told me not to invite this girl Ellie. "Nobody likes her," Anna would say. I invited Ellie thinking that if I did Anna wouldn't come. She did. McKenzie was one of the only people who rejected the invitation, the other was this nice girl named Melia. I'm sure she won't be so nice to me any more though.
Anna went ballistic at the party after some girl sat on her neck or something really weird. Anna invited me to go with her to some Halloween thingy at her house. We would go trick-o-treating. I really didn't want to but I couldn't help but tell her yes. My mother told me reasons to object. I called Anna and her father picked up. I told him that I couldn't make it and to tell Anna the message that I was sick or something. On Monday she was sitting with Kenzie apparently crying.
"I thought you were sick." Anna stormed past me with the meanest look on her face. McKenzie told me that she was upset about me skipping out on Halloween. I tried to make it better and tell her that I was grounded or something. Eventually she forgave me.
By December, Anna was acting like a total mad woman. She was out of control.and not even McKenzie liked her. Our class was putting on a play. One day during rehearsal Anna is harassing McKenzie. She always liked to beat me and her up. McKenzie, Anna, and I were sitting around talking and I wrote a note to McKenzie on a piece of paper. It was something stupid like Frances is annoying or something like that. Anna insisted or reading it. McKenzie wouldn't let her. McKenzie and I were being called for a scene. I went to go and left McKenzie with the beast. I saw McKenzie's eyes widen as Anna bent her wrist back. She then proceeded to bite McKenzie's hand. We went to do our scene. After that I rushed McKenzie to the bathroom to inspect her hand. Anna looked at us walking up the isles to the door with confusion and disbelief. I had her wash off the red infected hand while Anna came in after us shortly. he was all, "That's how it normally looks, there's nothing wrong with you." while there were clear teeth marks in the side of her hand. Anna stormed out and we went back to our seats. McKenzie was sitting next to me at the end of the isle. Anna told me to move so she could sit next to her. I didn't and McKenzie didn't let me. She told Anna to go away. Anna sat behind McKenzie for a while and was banging on her seat with her meaty fists. McKenzie and Anna had a little spat. Anna said she didn't know why she hung out with us and McKenzie said "Then don't," and Anna left leaving her back pack and her lunchbox in her place behind McKenzie's chair.
Anna had a scene to do and we watched her prance around the stage like she owned the place. After the making fun session was done and the whole practice was over, Anna came back for her book bag and lunch box. She picked up her bag once then dropped it. She picked it up again swinging it intentionally into McKenzie's head. I watched her sneer on her face as she did it. I don't know if she saw me do it or not but she did it alright. I saw little McKenzie's head come flying forward then back and the water works exploded like a backed up drain at sea world getting some relief. I turned around and asked Anna why she did that and Anna ran away to catch the bus.
I think that that night it was the best McKenzie and I ever got along. That was the night that the only way we could get along together was that if we had a common hate for some one. Right then, we both despised Anna. That night, we talked it over with our parents about how she was being a total and utter bitch.
The next day we went right to our advisor, we had the same one, and we told her about the situation. She was shocked this was happening. She told us to stay away from Anna that day and just lay low. We sat alone during morning meeting away from her. After that we had classes. We both didn't go any where until Mrs. Douglas-Osmandson told us to. We hid in Mrs. Bak's office, she was the school tutor. Mrs. D-O told Mrs. Capo, the principal about it all. I eventually left McKenzie to go to my English class. n the way up there I heard Mrs. D-O talking to Mrs. Capo about it, saying that she had to bring up something serious. Anna sat in the front and I sat in the back. After that wary, nervous class, Mrs. D-O asked me to stay safe until Break. After art and getting nasty looks from Anna, I quickly found McKenzie and she and I found Mrs. D-O and Mrs. Capo. They asked us if we wanted to do anything about it, if it was that serious. I looked at McKenzie and we just shrugged. I told them yes. Apparently saying yes was something big and important because Mrs. Capo and Mrs. D-O were saying how responsible I was all day about it.
During my third period class Anna started acting normal to me again. It was history and she was acting like the whole thing was a joke and I was like sure, knowing I had already done her in. About five minutes into the class Mrs. Dority took Anna out of the class. Anna rolled her eyes as everyone echoed "oooooh". I gulped back my nervousness. What fate was waiting for Anna down in the principal's office?
It wasn't but ten minutes before I got pulled down, too. It was horrible walking down the stairs and into the principal's office knowing fully of what was waiting for me once I got there. I entered the room and saw Anna sitting diagonal to Mrs. Capo in a chair with her face streaming with tears and a smug angry face on her. I realized that I was in for one very long talk.
Mrs. Capo began by telling me Anna's side of the story and then mine. It was hard to sit through. Anna was saying all these accusations weren't true. I told the whole story over it again and then Anna kept jumping up and saying how she didn't bite McKenzie. She clearly had or else we wouldn't have been in the bathroom. Anna said it was wrong every time I brought up something about when she bit some one. Anything that had happened that went wrong against her she denied. I told her it was okay and that she didn't need to lie, we were safe there. It was a cheesy line but it worked a little and she got mega mad.
Things were lost in that translation and I hardly remember most of it from deleting it from my mind. I do remember Mrs. Capo recommending us to stay away from each other. And then she said that she and Anna and McKenzie would have this talk, too. But Anna protested saying she never wanted to talk to either of us again. It ended with Anna storming out and me returning to my math class that I should have been at an hour previously.
McKenzie and I stayed away from Anna the rest of the day, as hard as it sounded. We managed to survive, though McKenzie was in tears from Mrs. Capo telling her what Anna had said about her.
That was when McKenzie and I declared Anna kicked out of the group. We got along much better after that. We would talk all the time and we were so close. It only took about two months after that for us to be at war again.
Whenever there's some sappy love story or some beastie little story about a princess or some other shit like that, they always start at the beginning. I guarantee that this isn't some sappy little love story (take the hint from "Crappy Love Ballad" being my #1 replay song). Although this is a very true story, I will start from the beginning as per usual. The name is Katie, don't get some silly little heroine picture in your head either, I'm as bad (or worse) then the others. I'm just the victim in this side of the story. Is that too selfish?
I started at some stupid Jesus loving school when I was a wee tot at the age of a mere 4 years old. It was there that after a year of the regular outcast humiliation that usually comes with being the one kid whose high anticipations for school are rejected by nature and struck down by her first lunch in the cafeteria. Skipping the gory details (no I'm totally kidding) I met a boy. He was the average "let's get married by the age of 22" type of kid who is destined to have at least 25 kids or get some major disease in his life that makes you feel bad for him and sticks him a wheel chair when he's 30 or something and you see him at the class reunion and think terrible things you did to him in your younger years. He's that kid that had grey goose white hair that would spout to curly blond by the time he would reach junior high. He was the kid I some how fell in love with at the age of 5.
We would sit at the same lunch table and share celery and peanut butter snacks. He would kiss my cheek in class during drawing time. He would lie next to me during naptime and we would whisper together while the other little kiddles slumbered around us. In gym class when the gym teachers made us dance together and make us close our eyes and run around to find a partner we would search for each other.
"Is it you?" he would ask.
"Yes, is this you?"
"Yes." He would dip me and we would tango like no one's bisness.
One day in the playground we had a mock wedding ceremony. He kissed me on the lips on the swing set and promised to take me to Disney land for our honeymoon. It was my first actual little kid kiss. Actually, it was my first kiss ever, on the lips at least. I'm not sure at the standards nowadays, he counts any more.
We would always be teased in the hallways and such about our affection for each other and never once did he deny that he had feelings for me. He must have had a deeply wonderful relationship with his parents at home for no other normal boy at this age would have relinquished his reputation for his feelings of any lowly creature as a girl.
He counted to me as a boyfriend although he hardly counts at all in reality because we were only in kindergarten and he was just a little boy whose hormones picked me up and that was basically it. I was always the romantic type when I was younger. It was harder for me to realize that boys had cooties than for the other girls. I couldn't ever repel them like they could. I could just let them chase me around in the playground and let Neal say nice things about me. I was picked on when I was younger for many reasons. Like my ferocious curly red hair that bounced with me as I ran places and was the snarliest of any ones I knew. My mother would have problems combing it when I was younger and I would scream like a banshee as she tried to get a slight tangle out. Ridiculous, I know. Hopefully my children won't have such problems with their hair. I bet they will though because it's in the history of my family, stupid genes, thanks a lot God. Ha-ha. But Neal's hair was so pretty, shiny and thin and there were no snarls and it was completely straight in that bowl cut that was popular in that day and age. Seemed like everyone had that hair cut, now that I think about it. I look in the old yearbook and I see the bowl cuts flopping all about the place and I remember Neal's. Slightly his own style, slightly the style that was in.
He left the Jesus school after that year. I'm not sure why. I deeply missed him and being the senseless brainless fool I was then at the age of 6 I imagined he would come back any day. I remember that every day I would wait for him on the play ground and wishing that he would come back and tug on my pigtail and whisper sweet nothings into my ear like he used to. I begged to find out what had happened to him then and I asked my friends if they had heard anything of his disappearance. Where did he go? Why did he leave?
I saw him at the Narragansett supper market a while after that year. The encounter explained everything. I remember he smiled at me and told me he missed me. My aunt asked his mother about the absence from the school and she said something like he was going to another school. I frowned and I wished it wasn't true and I could have Neal Redman (his last name) every day of the school week again. His mother explained something about something or other and my aunt and her conversed while we played sticky bun eyes at each other. The echoes of the past whirled in my mind and he was there like he was there before for me and then he was gone again. His mother had said that we could get together for a play date or something like that but it never happened. I never really saw him again. I still think about him when the topic comes up about my old school or about boyfriends and first kisses.
So, you're probably wondering why I am writing any of this. Why I am writing down every boy I had sort of feelings about. It started when my life went down the drain. When nothing went good and everything fell apart and I was picking the pieces of my shattered life up from the ground. When I almost had to see a shrink and just might. Where I almost didn't get sent to Lincoln School and now I wish I hadn't. When I lost all my friends. When I still hadn't had the brains to realize I loved him.
My name is Kate, I'm 14 and this is the story of how my life went down the tubes in the duration of 5 small days. But as per usual I'm going to keep the suspense and then show you the truth in the end of what happened. What could possibly be so bad that I would want to transfer out of my beyond awesome prep school? What would make me want to run away, cut myself, and then have sex with a complete stranger all in the same day.
My insane questioning comes from not the technique that our completely stock raving mad history teacher was talking about the other day, the Socratic method or something like that. I'm talking about the method in which thousands of dramatic girls gave too many questions in the Hollywood world. (Ex: Dogma, Gone With the Wind, 10 Things I Hate About You, Princess Diaries, etc.)
That's a technique that I got from my friend Erica. My former wife. Not quite sure about her any more. Not quite sure about any one any more.
Although, I do wish I knew about things because ever since the day that my world came tumbling down I've had 8 panic attacks. Just like how she treats me, "this is what I deserve." Fuck that. I'll just pretend that she doesn't exist.
McKenzie, Rachel, and me. That's what we used to be until McKenzie made me realize that they never actually liked me in sixth grade. McKenzie and Rachel were best friends until second grade. That's when I came to Lincoln School. I was the still the clueless little curly haired girl who knew nothing about any thing. I was the useless one pulled into her group. I used to be funny to laugh at because I was dumb. They were my "friends". We would always eat together and talk together and play together in the playground. I suppose that wasn't enough to shake their one year prior relationship to let me be equal to them.
On birthdays, everyone would draw a picture of the person and make a little caption about how that person is nice or something. Special. That was it. Of coarse everyone was totally fake in the book and never said anything they actually meant. Except for McKenzie and Rachel. For mine, Rachel drew a picture of her going down a water slide. I was at the bottom... "Katie is special because she is always there for you." For you to smash on? Sure. McKenzie's was a picture of her and Rachel pushing me off of the big black top (a wooden constructed tree house type thing). "Katie is special because she is funny." What ever you say, bitch.
By third grade Rachel and I became closer. We rode horses together. She made me very insecure though, she was really skinny. I was fat. She was really good at riding. I sucked major ass. She had McKenzie, I had the dust mites at the corner of my cubby. So as you can see I was threatened very much! Rachel and I went to Paris for a vacation. We got drunk from the wine there and were grounded for the duration of the trip.
Rachel left that year in third grade because her mom was given the freedom to leave the place where she worked for the school. She went to some school closer to where she lived in Newport. I got to see Rachel later. She would come over to my house every once in a while. We got together for the next two following Halloweens. I went to a camp at her school with her. That's where I met Cody, boy # 3.
After Rachel left, McKenzie and I went our separate ways for a while it seems, but I always thought she was a friend of mine. She was the emo kid of the bunch, I could always catch her hiding under bushes, crying. When we were kids we weren't afraid to hurt ourselves, we didn't think there would be long time affects to any of it. I know I hurt myself a lot when I was younger. Purposely fall so someone could pick me up. Intentionally cut myself so someone could give me a band aid. Things like that. I don't do it now because I realize of the pain and how it's not worth it, or that's what I thought.
By fifth grade, McKenzie seemed to only have friends in the other fifth grade class, not me. She was mostly friends with this girl Nikki. Nikki and McKenzie would always play together on the jungle gym while I would play beanie babies with my other friends. I saw her from a distance and how close she was with Nikki. That was the same year that Nikki's mom died of cancer or something like that. Every one tried to say that they were Nikki's real friend so they should comfort her. I admitted I hardly knew Nikki. McKenzie should have been the one at her side. I'm not sure if she followed through with that though. Most of us went to the funeral also.
In sixth grade I started to talk to McKenzie a little more but she still claims that she hardly knew me then. That she hated me. I went along with the disappointment then, but I could hardly bear to think that some one who I thought was closer to me then most people would claim not to know me. McKenzie and I got closer and closer to one another and we would be friends by the end of sixth grade.
By seventh grade McKenzie had become one of us. One of the "corner group" as people called us, although I didn't find out we had been called this all middle school until the very last day of eight grade. McKenzie and I got a lot stranger to each other. By the dances we were good chums that danced with each other and dragged one another around the schools and the small rooms they cramped us all in to dance. We knew each other more. Then McKenzie brought a girl into the group whom no one liked. Anna. McKenzie learned her lesson in the end but all those days I got called ridiculous things and got shot down by Anna. She would call me fat, (this leading to my anorexia, and her ending up to be 4 sizes bigger then me). She would say my ass was big (which resulted in self pity, then realizing that guys loved big assed girls, envy on her part, and then regret on mine when finding out that getting too close to the edge will make you fall right off.)
I let it settle over the summer about McKenzie's harsh decisions of this girl who no one really liked. Mimi, this rich girl who was formally in our group, would tell me one day in Spanish class, "Let's beat Anna up in the bathroom, I'm not joking." That eventually turned out badly because Anna found out about the betrayal on Mimi's behalf. I stuck out of it and ended up being hate by Mimi for a little while. During the summer, I hardly heard from any one besides McKenzie. We would talk on the phone all the time. It seems that we had so much in common then. She made me a birth day present: a shoe box covered in pictures of the band we loved, Blink-182.
Anna got much worse the next year. She was totally ruining my life and she kept breaking me down. I got the better of the group on the camping trip by being scandalous for attention and Anna neutered McKenzie all the while. Those days seemed like years back then. In September, Anna would sit with us and it seemed like less and less people were starting to like her. By October it was Halloween. I had a party. I was deciding who to invite and Anna and McKenzie told me not to invite this girl Ellie. "Nobody likes her," Anna would say. I invited Ellie thinking that if I did Anna wouldn't come. She did. McKenzie was one of the only people who rejected the invitation, the other was this nice girl named Melia. I'm sure she won't be so nice to me any more though.
Anna went ballistic at the party after some girl sat on her neck or something really weird. Anna invited me to go with her to some Halloween thingy at her house. We would go trick-o-treating. I really didn't want to but I couldn't help but tell her yes. My mother told me reasons to object. I called Anna and her father picked up. I told him that I couldn't make it and to tell Anna the message that I was sick or something. On Monday she was sitting with Kenzie apparently crying.
"I thought you were sick." Anna stormed past me with the meanest look on her face. McKenzie told me that she was upset about me skipping out on Halloween. I tried to make it better and tell her that I was grounded or something. Eventually she forgave me.
By December, Anna was acting like a total mad woman. She was out of control.and not even McKenzie liked her. Our class was putting on a play. One day during rehearsal Anna is harassing McKenzie. She always liked to beat me and her up. McKenzie, Anna, and I were sitting around talking and I wrote a note to McKenzie on a piece of paper. It was something stupid like Frances is annoying or something like that. Anna insisted or reading it. McKenzie wouldn't let her. McKenzie and I were being called for a scene. I went to go and left McKenzie with the beast. I saw McKenzie's eyes widen as Anna bent her wrist back. She then proceeded to bite McKenzie's hand. We went to do our scene. After that I rushed McKenzie to the bathroom to inspect her hand. Anna looked at us walking up the isles to the door with confusion and disbelief. I had her wash off the red infected hand while Anna came in after us shortly. he was all, "That's how it normally looks, there's nothing wrong with you." while there were clear teeth marks in the side of her hand. Anna stormed out and we went back to our seats. McKenzie was sitting next to me at the end of the isle. Anna told me to move so she could sit next to her. I didn't and McKenzie didn't let me. She told Anna to go away. Anna sat behind McKenzie for a while and was banging on her seat with her meaty fists. McKenzie and Anna had a little spat. Anna said she didn't know why she hung out with us and McKenzie said "Then don't," and Anna left leaving her back pack and her lunchbox in her place behind McKenzie's chair.
Anna had a scene to do and we watched her prance around the stage like she owned the place. After the making fun session was done and the whole practice was over, Anna came back for her book bag and lunch box. She picked up her bag once then dropped it. She picked it up again swinging it intentionally into McKenzie's head. I watched her sneer on her face as she did it. I don't know if she saw me do it or not but she did it alright. I saw little McKenzie's head come flying forward then back and the water works exploded like a backed up drain at sea world getting some relief. I turned around and asked Anna why she did that and Anna ran away to catch the bus.
I think that that night it was the best McKenzie and I ever got along. That was the night that the only way we could get along together was that if we had a common hate for some one. Right then, we both despised Anna. That night, we talked it over with our parents about how she was being a total and utter bitch.
The next day we went right to our advisor, we had the same one, and we told her about the situation. She was shocked this was happening. She told us to stay away from Anna that day and just lay low. We sat alone during morning meeting away from her. After that we had classes. We both didn't go any where until Mrs. Douglas-Osmandson told us to. We hid in Mrs. Bak's office, she was the school tutor. Mrs. D-O told Mrs. Capo, the principal about it all. I eventually left McKenzie to go to my English class. n the way up there I heard Mrs. D-O talking to Mrs. Capo about it, saying that she had to bring up something serious. Anna sat in the front and I sat in the back. After that wary, nervous class, Mrs. D-O asked me to stay safe until Break. After art and getting nasty looks from Anna, I quickly found McKenzie and she and I found Mrs. D-O and Mrs. Capo. They asked us if we wanted to do anything about it, if it was that serious. I looked at McKenzie and we just shrugged. I told them yes. Apparently saying yes was something big and important because Mrs. Capo and Mrs. D-O were saying how responsible I was all day about it.
During my third period class Anna started acting normal to me again. It was history and she was acting like the whole thing was a joke and I was like sure, knowing I had already done her in. About five minutes into the class Mrs. Dority took Anna out of the class. Anna rolled her eyes as everyone echoed "oooooh". I gulped back my nervousness. What fate was waiting for Anna down in the principal's office?
It wasn't but ten minutes before I got pulled down, too. It was horrible walking down the stairs and into the principal's office knowing fully of what was waiting for me once I got there. I entered the room and saw Anna sitting diagonal to Mrs. Capo in a chair with her face streaming with tears and a smug angry face on her. I realized that I was in for one very long talk.
Mrs. Capo began by telling me Anna's side of the story and then mine. It was hard to sit through. Anna was saying all these accusations weren't true. I told the whole story over it again and then Anna kept jumping up and saying how she didn't bite McKenzie. She clearly had or else we wouldn't have been in the bathroom. Anna said it was wrong every time I brought up something about when she bit some one. Anything that had happened that went wrong against her she denied. I told her it was okay and that she didn't need to lie, we were safe there. It was a cheesy line but it worked a little and she got mega mad.
Things were lost in that translation and I hardly remember most of it from deleting it from my mind. I do remember Mrs. Capo recommending us to stay away from each other. And then she said that she and Anna and McKenzie would have this talk, too. But Anna protested saying she never wanted to talk to either of us again. It ended with Anna storming out and me returning to my math class that I should have been at an hour previously.
McKenzie and I stayed away from Anna the rest of the day, as hard as it sounded. We managed to survive, though McKenzie was in tears from Mrs. Capo telling her what Anna had said about her.
That was when McKenzie and I declared Anna kicked out of the group. We got along much better after that. We would talk all the time and we were so close. It only took about two months after that for us to be at war again.
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