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So, recently this girl named Rachel Farrell friendquested me on facebook.
Backstory:
When I transferred into Crockett Middle School on January 24, 2001, I didn't know ANYONE. Imagine being barely 13 and being a brand new face in 7th grade. Seventh grade is the most hellish year in middle school, whether you transfer schools or not. It's even more hellish when you're chunky, not cute, and shy. Anyway, I forget how Rachel and I became friends, but we did. She lived across the street from me, pretty much, so it was really convenient. We went over each others' houses a couple times and gossiped or whatever. It was great to have a friend who took me under her wing. We even took the bus home and had gym class together.
I don't know how long the friendship lasted, but it was short-lived. One day, one of Rachel's other friends Ashley came up to me in the gym locker room right before gym class started and basically told me that Rachel didn't want to be my friend anymore. That was it. No explanation or anything. I was taken completely by surprise. Of course it hurt, and being the vulnerable kid I was, I cried a lot, in front of everyone. I was so devastated.
After that, Rachel ignored me in class or whatever. In 8th grade she was kinda nice to me again but we were never friends. She also became a major slutbag and was fucking some 20-year-old guy when she was only 14. Classy. Then she moved to Ireland at the end of 8th grade and I haven't seen her since. Thank God. /end backstory
So imagine my surprise when I got an email with the subject as "Rachel Farrell added you as a friend on Facebook...". My first thought was literally, "what the fuck?" It's like Jesse or Sean adding me on facebook. I let the invite sit for about a week. I didn't know what to do. I looked at her profile and looked at her friends. They're all people I hate, and most of them are from middle school. Then, today, or yesterday I should say, I realized that I don't want her in my life, online or not. So I finally got up the balls to send her this message before ignoring her friendquest:
"Not quite sure why you're trying to add me when you treated me like shit in middle school.
Thanks but no thanks."
Rachel, I hope you find this, and if you ever do, I want you to know that I can forgive some bullshit, but I will never get over or forgive what you did to me. I also hope you rot in hell, you heartless piece of shit.
So yes, that is my "trip down Amnesia Lane", as Robin Williams' character says in Dead Poets Society.
On that cheerful note... Happy 19th Birthday, Liz!!! ♥
Mary
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