Then all I saw was red. Thankfully there was no teacher in the cafeteria at the time. I slammed my hand on the table so hard that that it made everybody in the room go silent. I got up and walked right up to her and my hands went into a fist. She had this condescending smile on her face that every time I think of it, it makes me want to hit her. I started yelling at her, telling her she needed to apologies and that she needed to stop being such a bitch or she was going to loss what little friends she had left. The guys at the table behind us immediately got up to stop whatever they thought was going to happen because to them it looked like I was about to hit her. My friends grabbed me and pulled me back and Katlyn grabbed CC and dragged her out of the room. As she was leaving she said “yeah that’s right hide behind your friends you pussy”. I yelled back that I was not hiding and that next time she wanted to say something about me that she needed to grow the balls to tell me to my face. Not my back or in a note and if she was going to write it in a note she needed to learn how to spell and that she needed to stop walking with her chest in the air because she didn’t have the boobs for …show more content…
One of the thing that brought CC and I together as friends was the fact that we are the kind of people that don’t ask for help. We like to solve every and anything by ourselves. We hate the idea of asking for help because it’s not in our nature. We build wall as high as we can so no one can hurt us and when someone makes it in it scares the hell out of us. It’s sad but I’m still like that and that’s because I have been hurt so many times I don’t want to get hurt again. 6th grade for me was the last time that I ever really trusted anyone or was myself. Now I keep myself closed off and I am trying to push passed it but it’s hard when we are always forced to run into people who just don’t give a shit, it makes it hard to know who to truest and who not