Just a Freak
Expo Marker Jealousy
Nana lives with us, too.
She's a doll. I hate her.
"Shannon," She says to me. Shannon is my middle name. Nana thinks Shannon is prettier than Riley. I like Riley better.
"Shannon," she says, "You are an ungrateful girl. You should love your mother. She loves you so much. You're all she has."
Me and all the guys downtown.
I'm so glad Nana lives on the first floor.
She's a doll. I hate her.
What do I eat for breakfast? Poptarts are my number one choice.
Unhealthy, disgusting, useless.
Like me.
I'm not fat. I'm a twig. I'm just out of shape.
According to my PE teacher.
She's a bitch, too.
"Riley, you have potential. Try harder."
Fuck you.
Why is it all weird kids hate PE?
Maybe I should start liking it. Just to be different.
So, day three of Mr. Geiger.
I'm wearing a striped tee-shirt and baggy jeans.
This is me dressing up.
If I wasn't, it'd be a band tee-shirt.
Mr. Geiger writes on the board like crazy. He's having a love affair with that Expo Marker.
Of course, the freak gets jealous of an Expo Marker.
It's not the first time, either.
"Crazy bitch."
I was moshing again.
Some boy called me a Crazy Bitch.
He can fuck himself.
"Maybe you should calm down, Riley."
Mr. Geiger?
I didn't know what to say.
"Maybe you should calm down."
I blushed. I looked out the window. I didn't feel like me.
Freak doesn't blush.
Freak sits alone at lunch.
That's okay. I hate talking when I eat, anyway.
Grilled cheese sandwich. My favorite.
The school's grilled cheese sucks. I don't give a fuck, though. I'm hungry
And still pissed. Mr. Geiger told me to calm down.
I had mixed feelings.
I always moshed in the halls; it was my thing.
Mr. Geiger just isn't used to it.
He will. They all do.
After awhile I blend it. That's the worst part.
I went to the murse today. Just because I wanted to take a nap.
The nurse is a doll. She lets me nap as long as I tell her my stomach hurts.
Her name is Betty. No one knows her last name
Betty. She's the first person I've ever met actually named Betty.
It makes me laugh everytime I come to the office. She must think I'm a spaz.
I am. Aren't I?
No. I'm just a freak, remember?
English. Mrs. Hannon doesn't understand my poems.
She thinks it's just random crap. It's not.
She's a bitch, too.
She's a doll. I hate her.
"Shannon," She says to me. Shannon is my middle name. Nana thinks Shannon is prettier than Riley. I like Riley better.
"Shannon," she says, "You are an ungrateful girl. You should love your mother. She loves you so much. You're all she has."
Me and all the guys downtown.
I'm so glad Nana lives on the first floor.
She's a doll. I hate her.
What do I eat for breakfast? Poptarts are my number one choice.
Unhealthy, disgusting, useless.
Like me.
I'm not fat. I'm a twig. I'm just out of shape.
According to my PE teacher.
She's a bitch, too.
"Riley, you have potential. Try harder."
Fuck you.
Why is it all weird kids hate PE?
Maybe I should start liking it. Just to be different.
So, day three of Mr. Geiger.
I'm wearing a striped tee-shirt and baggy jeans.
This is me dressing up.
If I wasn't, it'd be a band tee-shirt.
Mr. Geiger writes on the board like crazy. He's having a love affair with that Expo Marker.
Of course, the freak gets jealous of an Expo Marker.
It's not the first time, either.
"Crazy bitch."
I was moshing again.
Some boy called me a Crazy Bitch.
He can fuck himself.
"Maybe you should calm down, Riley."
Mr. Geiger?
I didn't know what to say.
"Maybe you should calm down."
I blushed. I looked out the window. I didn't feel like me.
Freak doesn't blush.
Freak sits alone at lunch.
That's okay. I hate talking when I eat, anyway.
Grilled cheese sandwich. My favorite.
The school's grilled cheese sucks. I don't give a fuck, though. I'm hungry
And still pissed. Mr. Geiger told me to calm down.
I had mixed feelings.
I always moshed in the halls; it was my thing.
Mr. Geiger just isn't used to it.
He will. They all do.
After awhile I blend it. That's the worst part.
I went to the murse today. Just because I wanted to take a nap.
The nurse is a doll. She lets me nap as long as I tell her my stomach hurts.
Her name is Betty. No one knows her last name
Betty. She's the first person I've ever met actually named Betty.
It makes me laugh everytime I come to the office. She must think I'm a spaz.
I am. Aren't I?
No. I'm just a freak, remember?
English. Mrs. Hannon doesn't understand my poems.
She thinks it's just random crap. It's not.
She's a bitch, too.
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