Just a Freak
Potential is Pointless
"Hello, Princess."
"Hi, Dad."
"How's school?"
"Peachy keen."
"That's great, Princess-- Oh, sorry, Joyce is calling me. Gotta run. Bye."
Click.
"Yeah, whatever."
Joyce is Dad's Ohio girlfriend. I met her once.
She has big teeth and big eyes. She's annoyingly sweet. She always wears a ponytail. She's a second grade teacher.
She's a doll.
And, yup, you guessed it. I hate her.
She's preggers too.
So I'll have a half brother or sister in a couple months.
One more sibling to get run over by a car.
I hope I never meet the little brat.
"Hi, Riley. So how are things going with the Peer Counseling?" Mrs. Fritz has a sweet voice. It's kind of annoying sometimes.
Connie.
I laughed.
"Hmm, well?"
"Oh, that. Okay. Does that Caleb kid talk?"
"You be nice to him, Riley. He's new here and he's having a lot of trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"He just has a lot of-- Wait, that's none of your business, young lady. We're here to talk about you. You can wait until your next visit with Mr. Amherst to ask these questions."
Amherst? What kind of fucking last name is that? Sounds like a type of ketchup brand.
So Connie and I chatted it up about this project in English I have and all the while I was thinking about how much I hate Mrs. Hannon, because she never gets my poems.
Did I want her to?
Not really.
I'd hate her either way.
She likes me. According to Mrs Fritz.
Mrs. Hannon supposedly thinks I have potential.
I get that a lot.
Doesn't everyone have potential, though?
It's such a pointless term.
Mom's been invited to a wedding.
Along with me and Nana.
I've never been to a wedding before.
I'm already cringing at the idea of wearing a dress.
Stupid weddings. Can't they just live together and be happy about it?
I probably look like a cow in a dress.
I can't even remember the last time I wore a dress.
Mom and Nana are excited out of their pants about it.
Apparently it'll be really fancy.
There's no way I'm getting out of wearing that fucking dress.
Do I even have to go?
Yup. Friend of the family's.
Mom's friend at work.
I met the woman once.
I hate her.
She was a rude bitch.
And very blonde.
Her very blonde hair annoyed me.
It was obviously fake.
I hate it when people have dyed hair.
It's cheating. I hate it.
Fuck them.
Mr. Geiger was looking exceptionally hot today.
He also mentioned he has after school help.
Which I will be attending.
Even though I don't need it.
"Hi, Dad."
"How's school?"
"Peachy keen."
"That's great, Princess-- Oh, sorry, Joyce is calling me. Gotta run. Bye."
Click.
"Yeah, whatever."
Joyce is Dad's Ohio girlfriend. I met her once.
She has big teeth and big eyes. She's annoyingly sweet. She always wears a ponytail. She's a second grade teacher.
She's a doll.
And, yup, you guessed it. I hate her.
She's preggers too.
So I'll have a half brother or sister in a couple months.
One more sibling to get run over by a car.
I hope I never meet the little brat.
"Hi, Riley. So how are things going with the Peer Counseling?" Mrs. Fritz has a sweet voice. It's kind of annoying sometimes.
Connie.
I laughed.
"Hmm, well?"
"Oh, that. Okay. Does that Caleb kid talk?"
"You be nice to him, Riley. He's new here and he's having a lot of trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"He just has a lot of-- Wait, that's none of your business, young lady. We're here to talk about you. You can wait until your next visit with Mr. Amherst to ask these questions."
Amherst? What kind of fucking last name is that? Sounds like a type of ketchup brand.
So Connie and I chatted it up about this project in English I have and all the while I was thinking about how much I hate Mrs. Hannon, because she never gets my poems.
Did I want her to?
Not really.
I'd hate her either way.
She likes me. According to Mrs Fritz.
Mrs. Hannon supposedly thinks I have potential.
I get that a lot.
Doesn't everyone have potential, though?
It's such a pointless term.
Mom's been invited to a wedding.
Along with me and Nana.
I've never been to a wedding before.
I'm already cringing at the idea of wearing a dress.
Stupid weddings. Can't they just live together and be happy about it?
I probably look like a cow in a dress.
I can't even remember the last time I wore a dress.
Mom and Nana are excited out of their pants about it.
Apparently it'll be really fancy.
There's no way I'm getting out of wearing that fucking dress.
Do I even have to go?
Yup. Friend of the family's.
Mom's friend at work.
I met the woman once.
I hate her.
She was a rude bitch.
And very blonde.
Her very blonde hair annoyed me.
It was obviously fake.
I hate it when people have dyed hair.
It's cheating. I hate it.
Fuck them.
Mr. Geiger was looking exceptionally hot today.
He also mentioned he has after school help.
Which I will be attending.
Even though I don't need it.
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