The Girl Behind You...

A "wonderful" experience I went through...

Hello everyone it's story time!  Goodness that sounded like something from Elmo or Dora the Explorer.

 

Anyway, let's get to the point.  Today, a few of my friends and I went out to Mazzio's, my favorite local pizza parlor.  Anyway, during the way back to school, we were talking about how bad people at our school dressed.

 

We laughed our way back into the halls, while continuing to diss almost everyone in our school.  Our main victim was this odd girl.  She has orange hair, no, not red, ORANGE.  Like, neon orange.  She dresses very odd, but I won't go into detail.

 

Back to the point.  She was standing in the halls, and we were talking about her.  My friend Mandy said, "Her shirt is hideous."

I agreed, pointing at her.  Little did I know she was looking at me.  When I turned around, I saw here staring.  I quickly thought up something wise, and said loudly, "No. I like your shirt.  The girl behind you, her shirt is hideous."

 

We all three looked as the girl moved.  Guess who was behind her?  The girl I like from English.  I suddenly remembered how she had announced she was wearing a shirt that she knit herself.  She glared at me, flipped me off, and pushed by me.  Now she thinks I'm that a*****e, d****e of a guy from second period English.  As any depressed person would say.  FML.

Author's Note

True story, my friends. True story.