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A Step Behind
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And I should have realized it then. I was being used. Or letting them use me. Whatever. Either way.
If it wasn’t about Marilynne, it was about the flavor of the week she had a crush on, or about how much her dad and sister suck, or how much she hates and loves her ex/on-off again boyfriend.
If it wasn’t about Claire it was about how much her parents and younger brother suck, or how she has to clean their pool, or how much she loves to hate and hates to love swim, or the guy we all managed to fool around with but she pretends like it didn’t happen because she’s obsessed with him. Still.
If D wasn’t right? Didn’t matter. She’d use her last breath fighting and screaming to be heard about how she was right and everyone else was wrong. We had a Spanish speaking chick in our A.P. U.S. History class. She’d always heard Dartmouth pronounced but never spelled – and how would you pronounce it the first time you saw it written out? Dart-mouth. Not dart-muth. D ripped into this chick, not once pausing to think about the fact that this chick was Mexican.
Lynn? Never. As far as I know, she’s neutral ground. Always had been, always will be. She’s always been the one I end up hanging out with whenever I’m dumped on my ass by the aforementioned people. She’s like one of those people who can hang out with anyone, you know? She still had those people she can’t stand, but she knew I’d always need a break from people.
It took me a week of their negligence to figure out what was happening. Again. No, it wasn’t them who’d done this the first time. That was some bitch who screwed up my life. No, that one took me three years to figure out. It was as close as a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship as two chicks can get without actually being.. Well, girlfriend-girlfriend.
I used to be an insanely optimistic and upbeat little kid. And then when I was 12, Mary beat life into me. But that’s a different story. The fact of that matter was that I had been through this routine with someone else before. I spotted if faster now.
If it wasn’t about Marilynne, it was about the flavor of the week she had a crush on, or about how much her dad and sister suck, or how much she hates and loves her ex/on-off again boyfriend.
If it wasn’t about Claire it was about how much her parents and younger brother suck, or how she has to clean their pool, or how much she loves to hate and hates to love swim, or the guy we all managed to fool around with but she pretends like it didn’t happen because she’s obsessed with him. Still.
If D wasn’t right? Didn’t matter. She’d use her last breath fighting and screaming to be heard about how she was right and everyone else was wrong. We had a Spanish speaking chick in our A.P. U.S. History class. She’d always heard Dartmouth pronounced but never spelled – and how would you pronounce it the first time you saw it written out? Dart-mouth. Not dart-muth. D ripped into this chick, not once pausing to think about the fact that this chick was Mexican.
Lynn? Never. As far as I know, she’s neutral ground. Always had been, always will be. She’s always been the one I end up hanging out with whenever I’m dumped on my ass by the aforementioned people. She’s like one of those people who can hang out with anyone, you know? She still had those people she can’t stand, but she knew I’d always need a break from people.
It took me a week of their negligence to figure out what was happening. Again. No, it wasn’t them who’d done this the first time. That was some bitch who screwed up my life. No, that one took me three years to figure out. It was as close as a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship as two chicks can get without actually being.. Well, girlfriend-girlfriend.
I used to be an insanely optimistic and upbeat little kid. And then when I was 12, Mary beat life into me. But that’s a different story. The fact of that matter was that I had been through this routine with someone else before. I spotted if faster now.