Chapter 3: I tried to get better I swear
Eighth grade year, after learning from my various mistakes from my seventh grade year(especially summer break, why am I like this?), I tried my best to get better. I was okay... for awhile.
I got better this year, although it started out shitty, I fucked up again and got caught again. The only reason I did better was because I actually made friends and I was too busy playing video games and watching anime to give a fuck about anyone else. Sanj! from 0ne P!3ce is my hubby.
This year was fun, though I admit I was still a hoe, but I didn't do anything bad, I tried my best, until I found a batch of cookies and ate them all and realized they weren't exactly cookies(terrible day, my teeth felt heavy and ai couldn't look up).
My mask for this year was the "geeky nerd girl" it felt pretty close to who I thought I was and it felt good, but I was still emo when necessary. I still did my friend hopping(only because nobody wanted to hear what I said so I sat mainly in silence or trying to make people laugh). I had a friend named Hogan who liked to rub my feet, which was awesome(wish he was still around for that purpose...I'm kidding).
I had my first birthday where I was allowed to invite my friends, I remember it being Anna, Maurco(hot otaku skateboarder who I would so tap his ass even today), Jeremy, and Hogan(his mom was a teacher at our school). I got yelled at because there were mainly boys, I had to remind him that my female friends are just like me, "not allowed to go out because they have dad's like you". He was offended because I was right. It was a neon birthday at a skating rink, good day, I recently had my braces removed so it felt hella good.
I was in orchestra and it felt really good to play on stage because fuck yea first chair(until Riva showed up with her fancy money and love for music) I wasn't too mad, but I kept seeing "exes" all the time, oh God why(Note: don't date anyone in your class).
When the end of the year rolled around we had this dance, it was embarrassing, long story short I pissed myself right after, I didn't even feel it coming, it just happened out of nowhere. My mom thought it was hilarious and said I "pulled a Snooki" I don't even know what that is. But wait, it gets worse. At our graduation ceremony my mom made me wear this long ass dress with no sleeves. Unlike the rest of the kids sitting in the bleachers waiting for their name to be called I was sitting behind the announcer because I was part of the orchestra(nerd shit). When they called me up I almost broke a cello, stepped on my dress and pulled it off and all I can hear from the audience was "TAKE IT OFF"(this came from my family). Afterwards I was stuck on the stairs trying to head back to the orchestra room, but I pulled my dress off again, and I couldn't pull it up because my hands were full and if I took a step forward or backward I would have fell. All of my friends were walking past me laughing because my boobs were out, at least someone eventually helped me(bless you if you ever happen to stumble past this)
By the end of eighth grade year I became prone to migraines like all the time. I was really depressed, but I knew I had to do better because I was heading to highschool. Oh and by the way, my grades sucked ass throughout middle school, like fuck I am so bad at math, it hurts?! At least I wasn't a fuck up this year.
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