My Blackmailed Years of Pretense

I seriously have to get this off my chest, as well a spread the fact that most teachers are blackmailing bastards. I was blackmailed. For two years. Yeah. (That sounds so serious, I love it... but still, I was blackmailed.)


So, here it is:


There was this girl in my old school who had ADHD (I have absolutely nothing against that, by the way. I have many other friends who have it, too. I just had something against this girl). She was a total loony, a stalker, and many other words I wish to use, but won't, because I'm too lazy to write them down. But the worst thing about her was that she was over protected, by everyone in authority that got paid. Aside from her own mind, this kept her in a state of oblivion. She knew nothing about the hate that surrounded her, the people that disliked her so much. Because of this over protection, she had no notion that she had to develop. No notion, that she, aside from her ADHD, was not normal. As much as I hate to use that word, I think it fits quite well. She was still in her 7 year old state at 13.


Anyway, the point of this is not (mainly) to rant on about how horrible this girl was, but to rant on about how horrible and closed minded some adults can be. So I'll continue now...


Sometimes we had run-ins with each other in the bathroom, the hallways... I always said hi, or smiled, because that’s what you do in a small school. But one day she decided to attach herself to me. At first I had no problem with this; I thought it was semi-normal and that she wanted to become friends. But she went too far, to the near point of stalking me. I wanted to break the relationship that I had with her and decided to confide in a friend. We discussed "safe" ways to break it to her. One night, she got sick of me not doing anything (due to my lack of backbone at the time), so she phoned this girl herself and told her it was me, and that I wanted to speak with her tomorrow. She pretty good at duplicating my voice, I'll have you know. Naturally, the next day my personal stalker came up to me waiting for the schedulald dialogue. Of course I had not a clue in hell what she was talking about. About an hour later I got called into the guidance office, where I'd usually crash at for lunch time- just because the cafeteria sucks and that’s where some of my friends ate. The guidance counselor asked me about the phone call, which later my close friend choose to tell me about the existence of. Of course I was furious that my friend did that, and the situation was still a bit vague to me. So I got a couple of details wrong. Bam. Busted. I tried to lie and fix things, but they were still uncertain about what happened. So I pulled the whole thing on myself, trying to cover up for my friend and I at the same time. This worked, since they all appreciate honesty. If I hadn’t of done that, we would have both been suspended or something of the like, my friend and I. So after an hour long rant from the teachers about how wrong it was to take advantage of this poor mental girl (WTF, MATE?!) and a couple of yell sessions, we were free. Sort of. My friend was still in a bit of trouble for making the phone call. No more lunch with us for a month or two. What absolute bull. We got in trouble for some out of school activity, and for not wanting to be friends with this girl. There was nothing wrong with what we did, at all. They can't make us be friends with some one, or control our out of school lives. But at this school, they tried to. I was blackmailed into being her friend for two years. Even out side of school. One decline to a play-date or sleepover and I was dead. I would have been suspended or expelled if I didn’t plaster a smile on my face and parade the halls with the girl. Doing this also ruined my current friendships at the time. No one wanted to hang with me when this girl was around, which was most of the time.

I felt bad for her, that she was so over protected, because it didn't do her any good- unlike what her set of six parents and the school thought. I feel bad when this happens to people. It's a waste of effort, and you make things worse. And ruin other peoples lives while doing it.

Sighs. I'm done. Amazing how fucking idiotic adults can be, huh? Excuse me if you are one, but you do know what I'm talking about. If not you, someone you know. Or someone you know who knows someone. Think about it. (Laughing my ass off)

That was fun. I got to vent and practice my writing. Whatever... I'm going now. Bye.

Casey

And just so you know, that was a completely true story, no exaggerations at all. Ask any of my buddies.