User blog:Snow Scales-Ice Dragon/oh boy, what happened to me now?

I know what you're thinking: Oh wow snow scales, what did you get into now?

I wrote this to vent off some anger.

Ok so here's the story

I sit next to this girl who thinks life is all about being pretty. She also drops f-bombs in every sentence, thinking it makes her cool. And I always thought she was annoying and mean, but whatever, not my problem. She's also the person who told me to stop shushing the class because my "voice was too low" if you read my previous blog posts. It seemed like everyone "likes" her, but deep down they thought she was annoying and stuff. But I'm not sure. Her voice is high pitched, like an E string on a violin (whereas I would say my voice is like a G# on the D string). She talks fast and loud, she sometimes wears a purse and talks with a slight accent. And for some godforsaken reason, she allows herself to swear in front of teachers, and they didn't do anything about it (also we were in middle school).

It was the 2nd day of the Spanish final, and I already finished the test. The people who finished got to use computers =D

At school, all I had were mechanical pencils in my pencil bag, and they all ran out of lead. I had to resort using a #2 pencil.

That girl always takes my pencil pouch and just looks inside and take something without my permission. I always told her to stop, but she still keeps doing it. Keep in mind, we're not friends, so it's not like she's doing it as a joke. Today, she did it for the 7th time and took my really cool mechanical pencil that looks something like this: -->

She needed a pencil, but she didn't bother asking me. Just took it while she thought I was busy on work (thank god I have good peripheral vision). Even if she did ask for one, I still would say no because

1) They were all out of lead, and I literally only had that #2 pencil

2) She was annoying and seemed to have no manners whatsoever.

3) I can't put lead in that one specific pencil, and I planned on fixing it in my free time, and it was fun to do stuff like that (don't judge).

So anyway, she took the mech pencil and realized there was no lead. My voice is usually quiet, but I wished it was louder so everyone knows what was happening. I said something like, "Give it back, none of my pencils have any lead."

She holds it in her other hand, away from me as I try to grab it back (I had little patience for her antics and I was mad). I don't remember what she said, but I think said something along the lines of, "No! I need to use it!" She then threw it on the table, and I held it.

And I admit, what I did wasn't necessary and a bit impulsive, but I took the pencil and "stabbed" her hand with it. I hated people who didn't stop after I told them tons of times, and I figured it would teach her a lesson. It wasn't that hard and didn't leave a mark. But she freaked out and slapped me. It was the weakest slap I've ever felt, and it took me a while to figure out what that was supposed to be, cuz it was so weak. I was more concerned of the dead skin cells she left on me than the fact that she shlaped me. Meanwhile, she was dropping f-bombs and saying f me and the sort, but I tuned her out (and I didn't care. I sorta found it funny, since she sounded like a chicken).

Then the teacher (oh yea, we had a sub that day) was oblivious to what was going on, and said "Why are you standing? sit down!" so we sat down. I think she stayed in the bathroom for the whole period. One of the kids across me said: "oOo, she went sicco mode on ya!" Which was funny.

The rest of the day I was "meh, whatever" and I forgot about it. I think some of them was talking about it, but I didn't care about that. I just wished they stopped referring it as a "fight" because if it was a fight, I would've decked her already (and she's lucky we were in school). It was more like a "bro-wth-gimme-my-pencil-back" sort of thing. I wasn't concerned about the gossip, because I remembered that there was a full out fight between these 2 girls (fights almost never happened at our school). Everyone was talking about it at first, then the counselor talked to everyone regarding the situation, but everyone forgot about it in 3 days. And this thing I had with her was on Friday, and I'm pretty sure everyone's going to forget on Sunday.

Unfortunately, we have 3 more days until the end of school. And I sure am not going to sign her yearbook.

And I am 100% sure she's going to tell anyone and everyone about it, making me sound like I was the antagonist. I know that I should try to tell everyone about my side of the story before everyone starts to hate me. But eh, I could care less. Because jokes on you, I was friends/allies, or at least acquainted with almost everyone in the school, so if you tell it to the wrong person... :))))))))

Well, there's my story of what happened yesterday.

Oh yea, and it was on her birthday, so a double whammy!