revenge

This year, i began secondary school. Kinda like high school. I was really happy, too. I’d been dreaming of going to this secondary school because it was one of the top in the country. I was really grateful my grades were good enough to land me a spot there. My worries were that I wouldn’t be able to catch up in class, and that i wouldn’t be really dumb. It’s kind of funny now that i think back upon it, because right now, they are the least of my worries.

i knew I wasn’t exactly a people person, but who knew interacting with new people could be so difficult? the first week was crucial: it was when friend groups were formed, and you get a certain gauge of who’s friends with who. But me? Well, safe to say, I wasn’t popular. At all. It stung. A lot. Because in my old school i had a really amazing friend group, and the rest of the class was all my friends, just not very close. But luckily, or should i say unluckily(read on), i made one friend. Let’s call her B. b was nice at first. I suppose. But she also didn’t have any friends, which was weird because she wasn’t that introverted. and of course, we picked seats right next to each other, because we were each others only friends. Now, life had been pretty rough but at least i had one solid friend right? Wrong. It felt like i was in a scream movie or something. Trust no one, blah blah blah.

but they were kind of right. Being in a smart school meant that anyone and everyone had two faces and could manipulate you. I found that out way to late. B at first was really kind and all that but after a while she began to show her real colours. She was very irritable. Like, the slightest interruption would set her off and she would snap at me, like, girl, you on your period or something? (Sorry, might have been a bit insensitive) But normal people weren’t on their period 24/7. But the most curious thing was, after she got mad, she would suddenly act all nice again. It was rather unsettling.

after that, i did some research on manipulation tactics. she would say nice things to me, then treat me badly. That was a sign of manipulation. perhaps i was paranoid back then, but still, I didn’t want to be friends with someone who did whatever she wanted to me. Then came the last straw. The bomb. The whatever big thing you call it.

we had to write a poem for our literature exam. We were given three weeks to complete it. I wrote a villanelle, titled, “to bring the sparkle back into my eyes”. I was really. Proud of myself. It was the first poem i had ever written. It also allowed me to explore my interest in poem and i started posting here. Since I finished writing it rather early, b hadn’t started yet. She told me she was planning to write a twin cinema poem, but after i showed her my draft, she immediately changed her mind and said she was going to write a villanelle too. Now, you may think this is okay. And it is. I wasn’t mad or anything. Perhaps my awesome masterpiece inspired her to write a villanelle too. (im joking:) my poems aren’t that good) anyways, she wrote her villanelle. It was about nature. Cool, i thought, until she gave her draft to me and asked me to read it. I really wanted to punch her in the face. But i resisted(good job to me). Because, like 60% of her poem was simply phrases copied from my poem. How she managed to memorize all that i dont know, but it was a smart school, anything was possible at this point. So i confronted her. And of course, she denied it.

Now, at this point, everyone should be screaming at me to tell the teacher right? But no. She could keep her poem. But I wasnt about to let her off scoot free. I seem like a very spiteful bastand right now dont i? Well, perhaps i am. But her manipulation tactics seemed to have worn off on me.

at the time, me and b had be trying to find a friend group to join. Luckily for us, b was friends with this girl for a rather nice friend group. So we join that one. It was rather awkward, but once i warmed up to them, i asked them what they thought of b. They didn’t know her very well so they said she was okay. Now, this is when i go evil. My villain arch. But i do feel rather sorry for b. Whenever i noticed something really selfish or greedy or manipulative about b, i would casually drop comments about it when b wasn’t around. But it wasn’t even hard, there were a lot to choose from. And slowly, the friend group’s opinion of b changed. And sometimes, they didn’t even need my help to notice stuff about her. How she would copy us sometimes, how she would act like a rich kid(but she wasn’t), how she would act disgusted when told to sit on the ground during physical education, how she wouldn’t move from her seat on a bench when told to move over and give more space to other people. And the list goes on. Point is, her real personality was disgusting, and we didn’t want to be friends with her. So guess what we did. We de-friended her (my vocab is absolutely stunning). so now she has no friends. And that’s what she got for copying me poem. She got a good grade on it too. But i wasnt mad when i found that out.

moral of the story: choose your friends wisely. I’m not saying what i did was right. It was very wrong. No one should do that. bad mouthing others is very wrong. And i feel bad for what i did. But im not apologising. Because i feel she got what she deserved.