My Name Is SueAnneA Story by fallen_sueanneI wrote this being bored out of my mind once during study block awhile ago.THOSE OF U ABOUT 2 READ THIS, PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WROTE THIS OUT OF BOREDOM AND I DON'T WANT REVIEWS ABOUT HOW MUCH OF A B***H OR PANSY OR WHATEVER THAT YOU THINK I AM. Thank you! <3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name is SueAnne. The stupid spell-check thinks my name is spelled wrong and it pisses me off. I am sitting here at a computer at Kempsville High School in the library because I don’t want to be in lunch with a bitchy ex-friend of mine named Jessica Payne. She really is a pain in my a*s, too. My jacket keeps on falling down my shoulder and I want to take it off, but my chubby, Jell-O skin would run over the sides of my tank top and pour onto the floor. I have my stuff neatly organized next to me from biggest to smallest, with my tiny purse on top. I’m at the first computer, kind of like I’m a library pet. Jimmy says I live in the library, but Jimmy doesn’t know me. I only come here for both study blocks and then my a-day lunch. I already told you why, but for study blocks, I can’t stand the people that are in them. I’ve never had one friend in any of my study blocks so I just leave and go to the library where I can feel the keys of the keyboard under my fingers as I type up anything I can imagine. It’s quite simple to write, and I don’t see why many people complain about writing. I mean, I prefer typing over physically writing, but then when I write, I can make it into any type of word that I like. I could do bubble words or cursive or only dotted or straight lines. I don’t stand out much or if I do, it’s like a “back away she’s a loser” type of vibe. I’m not saying I don’t have friends. I actually hang with quite a few people and there is someone who I would do anything for. I call her my Wifey, but her real name is Meghan. Now, I’m mad again because the stupid spell-checker says that I can’t spell Wifey, but I’m just going to make it accept her name. I don’t care if it messes anyone else up if they mean to put wife and they type wifey, but it takes it and they get marked off on an assignment. I know that I sound like a b***h, but I’m really not. I can be harsh to people, but I don’t go out of my way to criticize and undermine others. As you can probably tell, I’m not popular. I hate cheerleaders and anyone else who struts around acting like they are everything in the world. We all have bad things happen to us. We all make mistakes. We all die. That’s how life goes and we can’t change it. The fact is, people have got to straighten up and get the f**k over themselves. Why are you going to sit around and cry when you could be doing so much more with your life? I mean, it’s okay to cry and I do it too, but not over being pretty or a boyfriend or some other s**t. Your life doesn’t revolve around having money, having a perfect love, or accomplishing something no one else has. It’s about having fun doing whatever the hell makes you happy. And a lot of people need to take the sticks out of their asses and have fun. It’s not like the world’s going to end because you have one bad day. If you get fired, then get another job. If you lose a boyfriend, find someone better. If you hurt yourself, call a doctor. (Unless you’re dying, then you should have had fun while you still can) And stop acting like the sky is going to fall just because you don’t get something you want. If you want to talk to people on a new cell phone, then just go find the b***h and f*****g talk to them. Stop making it so hard for yourself and everyone around you. No one wants to hear you grip and complain about s**t that they don’t care about. And even if you do have friends, that doesn’t mean that they are going to drop dead every time you tell them to. Wow, I sound like an idiot. I don’t care though, I’m just trying to pass the time. Maybe I should take up juggling. (Okay, I know it was random, but I’ve always wanted to juggle) And I hate juggling, because I can’t do it. I hit my brother in the head once because I threw the ball at him on accident. I don’t think I’m that coordinated, but I know that I can play volleyball, so it’s not like I’m completely hopeless. Man, I want to write back to Wifey in our notebook, but I really don’t want to stop typing. It’s kinda funny, like I can just go on and on without having to stop and think cause it’s like my thoughts flow into my fingers. Wow, I REALLY need to stop doing that. I sound like such a nerd, but I know I’m not cause I know nerds. Nerds that are like John Cutrone or this guy from my old chemistry class named Jade. They’re actually pretty fun to hang with, I’m just saying that they say they are nerds. Oh, and I’m being stereotypical, but they ARE both on the Chess Club, hehe. I’m horrible, but I don’t give a flying f**k. Do people say flying f**k because f**k sounds like duck and ducks fly? It’s like flying ducks don’t give a damn cause they are just flying, so if we don’t care, then some of us say we don’t give a flying f**k. That’s kinda cool in a weird sorta way. I’m making so many mistakes, but it doesn’t really matter. Those of you who are actually reading this may just think I’m an unusual psycho b***h, but I really “don’t give a flying f**k”. Yay, I said it again! Man, I have six minutes left before I have to walk into my stupid study block in room 500, but then ask to go to journalism when I know that I probably can’t, which is going to make Mrs. Smith (journalism teacher) mad at me but whatever. I don’t want to be on the newspaper. I never really did, I just wanted to write. I want to write stories about anything I want and poems and songs about the most radical things. I want to make my stories into books. Even if people won’t read them. And then, I want to go sky-diving because that’s the closest thing I can think of that will scare me shitless. I’ve never been on a plane and I’m scared of heights and being in planes (especially jumping out of them) and I want to jump alone and hopefully I’ll be able to remember to yank the cord on time before I fall to my death. But it would really suck if the cords got tangled and I still fell even after I pulled the parachute cord. That would be really scary, so much that I’d probably s**t myself before I died. But then I honestly don’t know who would cry. I mean, I know Wifey would and I know my mom would and maybe a few of my so-called “friends” would but nobody else, really. I hope Kenny would, even though he’s a guy and guys usually don’t like to show their sensitive sides (I’m being sexist now, hehe). Oh, and in case you’re wondering Kenny is kinda a friend of mine. I mean, I’ve known him since like third grade but I’ve never actually talked to him until now (which is 12th grade) but there was this one time in 8th grade when our science teacher put us at the same table together with Preston and Chaulong. She was one of my best friends in middle school and he was like my crush. I dated him once in 9th grade for like 7 months and then a 2nd time for like 2 weeks and then a third time for 10 months. I broke up with him 2 months ago, but he cried so (me feeling horrible) said we’ll stay together, but then like a week later he decides he’s done, too. So, we broke up and I felt like so much better afterwards. The funny thing is, I only went out with him in the first place because he was cute, simple, and I was horny back then. It’s funny how things always work out to my advantage. I may seem like a spoiled brat when I say this, but I always get what I want. It’s just how the world works cause even though I’m not the center, I’m still important. Well...at least to me I am. © 2009 fallen_sueanneAuthor's Note
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