Back in middle school (8th grade, specifically), I was totally kick ass.
Joan Jett hair (shaggy mullet), dog chains, black tees, black cargo pants, black boots, thick eyeliner, permanent glare... I had this huge leather jacket that was ripped up one side... Heavy rings... And just a bad-ass attitude.

I was tough.
But I was weak.
I acted like nothing got to me... But DAMN.... Kids are cruel.

However, I will always remember that day in the girls locker room.

Some skinny girl was bitchin about me.
Talkin all this shit.
I walked up behind her as she was telling her friends how fat I was. Her friends see me and ge scared shitless.
Now, this girl had guts.
She turned and saw me...
She was scared but decided to go for it

"And you're a whore!" she said
I'm not a small girl...
So, I wasn't suprised when they all jumped at the sound of me laughing.
I leaned against the lockers, banging my hand against the side, my rings making harsh racket.
I stopped, wiped my teary black eyes and finished laughing.
Then, I got scary.
I stood right in front of her and smiled.
"honey, I don't get paid." I grinned.
"What? What does that have to do anything? Just cuz you can't keep a job?"
I laughed in her face and leaned closer, my chains clinking together, producing an eerie noise.
"Nah, sweetheart. A whore gets paid to fuck. I don't..." Her eyes widened. I laughed coldly, our noses an inch apart. " That makes me a ssslut"
I rammed my fist into the locker behind her and turned on my combat boot heel, laughing again.
I kicked open the door and my friends followed me, smacking my back and laughing nervously.

That bitch never bugged me again


I'll remember that day for as long as Ilive.
Go ahead and call me names....
Just know what the fuck you're saying!