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Who the hell do you think you are?
(I'm feeling hostial)
A girl walks into the clinic during my lunch, I’m sitting on the table like I have been for the past 2 years. She said “ YOU need to go to class” she walked over to the wheel chair took the red bag out of it, and began wheeling it over to the door, I sat there saying “mom” repeating it, mom turned around and more or less told her off. This girl is a senior, and is studying to be a dr. or nurse, or something like that. She left with mom
A boy who just happens to be black had been called well you can guess, so he was on the phone and I start going off. I’m sitting there saying “who the F does that girl think she is” “ how dare she tell me what I need to be doing” “ she’s not my motherF’n parent/boss” “ I F’n hate white people” the boy is laughing now. Another girl walks in who I kind of know, we’ve talked before. And I’m still going off about this girl. So I’m sitting on the table still, like normal.
The B comes back in tells me I need to get off the table, i held my tongue until she was half a foot out the door. “how the hell she gonna tell me what I need to do” “I’ve been sittin on this table for the past 2 F’n years” “who the hell does she thing she is” yeah she probably heard me going off, but I really didn’t care.
The boy was still laughing. Steven another black boy was in there. He’s like a brother. He’s always watchin out for me, so when he heard this boy was messing with me he was about to go hunt him down and fight. But mom told him not to, saw him later and he was askin if I was alright now. He heard my rant about this girl. I was already pissed at Sparohowk for being a dick toward me. It seems like there is a pattern beginning here. Every time I’m having a bad day he’s a fault. Or it began in his class. Grrr. As of right now I’m finished….
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