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I'm sick of it! Today at lunch, I was telling Laura about something Sam and I did over the weekend. I was talking, and every 3 seconds, Sam would protest. She would begin to say how I was blowing it way out of proportion. I finally said, "Sam, if you interrupt me one more time, I swear to God I will NOT talk to you for the rest of the year." She stopped. I have a lot more power than people realize. I'm not ringleader of the school, but I have my connections. So, yeah. I went on telling Laura (telling the truth, might I add) and Sam kept quiet. When ever I was done, Laura began to talk. Sam interrupted her. Laura and I vs. Sam.
Guess who won.
So, yeah. Laura finished her thing. Sam began to tell us about BS I won't go into now. I told her I didn't do anything that she was saying. Laura knew she was lying. We caught her in a trap. Then, out of pretty much nowhere, Sam starts crying. She says things like, "I'm a terrible person!" and crap like that. Laura and I (mainly Laura) start trying to tell her to stop it. Sam continues being depressed. Laura gets sick of it and explodes.
Laura tells Sam to stop wallowing in her own self pity. She says Sam has it a lot better than she knows it. She says that she is only as much of a burden as she wants to be. Sam is just sitting there, crying. I sit there thinking, She's definitely right. I can't really say anything. Sam raises her voice and says, "You've done it, too!" Laura asks her when she has done it, and Sam has no answer for her.
I tried hard not to start screaming. I really did. Its the only reason I was quiet- I didn't want to draw attention to our table. Laura is much better at not yelling to the high heavens than I am. Thank goodness I was just able to keep my mouth shut.
But everyone has a breaking point. When Sam started saying how we TRY to bring her down, I broke. HARD. I told her she does things herself. She lies about them. We catch her. It's that simple! We try to get her out of the hole before she can dig herself down another story. It's so frustrating listening to someone blame everything on someone else.
Yes, I'm not perfect. But I can admit it! I don't go around saying that me getting a 55 on a paper is my teacher's fault. I go around joking about it and saying how the paper has it in for me. (I also 'dispose' of it before I get home.) Sam said how her Math teacher was TRYING to fail her. I asked her why she thought that and what her evidence was. She said an answer would be wrong on her paper and right on someone else's. I told her to report it to the office if it were true. She said she could "deal with it" and changes the subject.
Also, recently, she said her mom had called her a lesbian. She went on about how much it had hurt her. I said it was only once, and probably because her mom was really mad. She said it happened a lot. I told her to report it to CPS. She said she didn't know how. I said I have the number on my cell phone. She says not to report it and changes the subject.
And, yes. PurpleMentosFairy is indeed Sam's mule. I'm glad I'm not the only one who figured it out. I got 3 separate PMs asking. It's not just me and Laura now, Sam. People I don't know figured it out. You can no longer blame me.
I feel a little better now. A little.
Oh, and Song had something interesting to tell me yesterday. HE is a SHE. That's right. [.Love.Song.] is actually a ******** girl. She tells me this yesterday after I get home from youth. I was freaked.
I'd like to note, I liked the guy, not the girl. I do not like the girl. I liked the imaginary guy. s**t, I wish he had told me earlier.
Tomorrow is TAKS for writing. I'm pretty sure I'll do well. Wish me luck!
Your Lord and Master,
Lois
 LongWayHome · Tue Feb 20, 2007 @ 01:45am · 3 Comments |
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