18 December 2012
Wow.
So, like, I was at the mall with my friends, and we were all drinking our frappè or cappè or whatever. And. Like. I told them. "Hey guys guess what?" I said, they turned toward me and Hannah simply raised her eye brows while Gigi and Kayla asked, "What?", at the same time. I looked down at the suddenly rather interesting designs on the table, "Went to the doctors yesterday," I started, "turns out I have some odd mental issue." I took a sip of my Grande 5-Pump Caramel Soy Extra Caramel Drizzle Caramel Frappuccino and looked up at them. They looked at me as if I had told them it might rain tomorrow, bored. Irony of the matter though is as bored as they had looked when I told then that, it still ended up all over town the next day. Sometimes I wonder why I ever tell them things. Everybody was giving me rather strange looks at Church on Sunday, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't because of the awesome 4 inch platform wedges I was wearing. Did I ever mention the blog? I know it probably seems rather off subject but its true, it's www.ourtownssecrets.wordpress.com. I run it actually, everybody always tells me the gossip you see, wether its something awful about someone else (my mental issues) or a secret date (alas the Gigi and Jake problem). They tell me it all in hopes of it getting in the blog, pretty much every teen in Scottsville now has a Wordpress account needless to say because everybody has to at some point in time make a comment on something I post wether its to keep their reputation or destroy somebody else's. When I post things though I try to post them from third-person and I rarely ever comment. My iPod wont shut up on Monday from all the comments on my mental issues post, sometimes I truly think that they don't believe I can read there comments on it because some of the things that they say are rather rude. If you know what I mean. Tuesday tomorrow, gotta face my peers at the park. Won't that be a fun experience? I personally can't wait to see what they say and how they act around me now. Considering on Sunday at church everyone but Hannah, Gigi, and Kayla was shunning me so to speak. Out small little group, we call our selves the 'Worstest Buddies', makes sense considering they seemed to have told the whole town of Scottsville what I told them on Saturday. Speaking of Saturday, it turns out that you can't get the winning lottery numbers from google. Not even illegal google, it all worked out ok though I suppose, turns out my parents had an extra large college saving account for me. Damn, I never even I had one until we stopped at the bank on Saturday morning. But I guess going to the bank to withdraw some cash is better then going to jail for hacking a lottery system. But they can't put 13year old in jail, can they? Well there is juvenile detention...
They wouldn't have the guts to put a 13 year old with mental issues in juvie though, right?
Chapter 4 | Confessions Of A Crazed Girl • Opuss № I