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Iron
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(Hopeslop) It truly pains me to say that I am viewed much lower now than I was at the beginning of my Freshman summer. Despite the fact I had rotted all summer and done nothing because I have very little friends outside of school, I was actually hopeful for the school year. I toned out my muscles, the veins in my forearms grew much bigger and I had quit my nicotine addiction. My hair was much shorter and I constantly shaved and had much better hygiene. It wasn’t enough.
On the night before the first day back, I had been kicked from a Snapchat group chat containing 11 of my closest friends. I had known them since third grade and had been over to all of their houses plenty of times. I asked a few people to add me back and they blew off and acted like I didn’t exist. Sweet.
Arriving to school, I walked over to the group, expecting some sort of explanation. All I got was someone decided I was weird (someone who actively drinks, smokes, hits the yart, parties, and is dating a chopped girl and had a massive fucking nose) and kicked me. I walked off, walking over to a second set of friends.
As the day went on, more and more did I realize that I had little to no interaction with the opposite gender. I had gone almost wordless with another female until around 3rd period, my only interaction with a girl. Walking in the same direction as her, I glided up next to her and walked in silence. Somehow, she had known my name, and asked me if I was going to her chem class. I said no, and she asked me where her chem class was. I pointed it out to the girl and she thanked me. It seemed something was going our way. (This is the same girl who was tagged teamed before she transferred last year in freshman year and had given head more than three times) As the day went on, I found myself thinking on and on and back to that moment.
Finally, ELA, 7th period. She was in that class. I had seen her and caught her glancing at me at least twice, which I thought in the moment was pretty sweet. Than, this dude walks in, not much taller than me, a less muscular build, but WAY better features. Dude had the jawline, the negative canthal-tilt, all the BP bullshit. Dude looked like a younger tom welling, like no shit. Guess where the dude sits down? Right next to her.
Damn. Shorty spends the whole class talking to him, not glancing back over to my direction as I sit and talk with my friend about peptides and bullshit.
This is just a normal day for me. Not a single girl acknowledges my presence. Not a single one says hi or gives a conversation. I feel like I am not avoided, but ignored. I truly hate high school. I really do. All that matters is you hit the gene pool lottery and that’s it. I don’t even know why I wrote this. I fell asleep wishing to be taken in my sleep the night before as well. I reason I’ll do the same tonight as well.
On the night before the first day back, I had been kicked from a Snapchat group chat containing 11 of my closest friends. I had known them since third grade and had been over to all of their houses plenty of times. I asked a few people to add me back and they blew off and acted like I didn’t exist. Sweet.
Arriving to school, I walked over to the group, expecting some sort of explanation. All I got was someone decided I was weird (someone who actively drinks, smokes, hits the yart, parties, and is dating a chopped girl and had a massive fucking nose) and kicked me. I walked off, walking over to a second set of friends.
As the day went on, more and more did I realize that I had little to no interaction with the opposite gender. I had gone almost wordless with another female until around 3rd period, my only interaction with a girl. Walking in the same direction as her, I glided up next to her and walked in silence. Somehow, she had known my name, and asked me if I was going to her chem class. I said no, and she asked me where her chem class was. I pointed it out to the girl and she thanked me. It seemed something was going our way. (This is the same girl who was tagged teamed before she transferred last year in freshman year and had given head more than three times) As the day went on, I found myself thinking on and on and back to that moment.
Finally, ELA, 7th period. She was in that class. I had seen her and caught her glancing at me at least twice, which I thought in the moment was pretty sweet. Than, this dude walks in, not much taller than me, a less muscular build, but WAY better features. Dude had the jawline, the negative canthal-tilt, all the BP bullshit. Dude looked like a younger tom welling, like no shit. Guess where the dude sits down? Right next to her.
Damn. Shorty spends the whole class talking to him, not glancing back over to my direction as I sit and talk with my friend about peptides and bullshit.
This is just a normal day for me. Not a single girl acknowledges my presence. Not a single one says hi or gives a conversation. I feel like I am not avoided, but ignored. I truly hate high school. I really do. All that matters is you hit the gene pool lottery and that’s it. I don’t even know why I wrote this. I fell asleep wishing to be taken in my sleep the night before as well. I reason I’ll do the same tonight as well.
