I shouldn’t be too sensitive.

Today is one of my most memorable days. It started at recess when I found out that this certain girl is mad at me for no reason. No stupid reason. I mean, she didn’t specify any reason. She acted like I was some kind of icky bug. I felt like punching her right then and there. But if I would, she’d hit me ten times harder. I’m not kidding.

She’s Eleanor, a girl in my class I wouldn’t dare mess with. Why? Because even though she’s smaller than me, she’s real strong. Many times have I been pinched, pulled, pushed, etc. by her. Of course, that time, she was only kidding. I’ve seen her do bad things to her enemies and to the ppl she disliked. And I tell you, it’s not very nice. That’s why I was real bummed when I found out that she was mad at me. That means I get pulverized.

Eleanor is also annoying. She always asks me for candy when I don’t have any and then she hits me at the back. Nice. Very nice. And when I buy french fries, she finishes half of it. When I eat candy, she snatches it from me. She knows I live and breathe for candy. And she gets it. It takes me half an hour to get it back. I could have saved precious time and bought another one. But I don’t want Eleanor to win, ever. Then yesterday, I was asking for some candy from Margie. And Eleanor is like, “You know Lauren, it’s like you’ve never eaten for a week.” Hel-lo?! I only asked for one measly piece of candy and you eat half of my fries. And you say I act like as if I haven’t eaten for a week? Of course I haven’t eaten for a week! Coz you’ve eaten up all my food! Of course, I didn’t say that. I just began cursing her in my head.

So in other words, it’s okay if she’s my enemy, at least she won’t eat my food and my candy. The only problem is, she’ll just do worse things. Rub in my mistakes. Hit me. The like. I felt like pleading and begging my mom to miss school tomorrow and next Monday and next Tuesday and next Wednesday and next Thursday and so on….

I wrote Margie a letter saying how I felt about Eleanor. I let R.A., my other friend read it too. Then R.A. wrote me a letter telling me that she hated Eleanor too, because she thinks she’s some goddess like that. Then to make me feel better, she said, that we should have an open forum at lunch, where we can write what we think of each other. So me and the rest of my friends (Erika, Mira, Angela, Margie and R.A.) met after lunch and wrote what we thought of each other. I got some pretty nice things and I was *touched*. If you want to know what they said, here it is:

R.A.: no comment

Angela: Lauren is a good and a terrific friend.

Margie: You’re kind and friendly but sometimes you easily get angry.

Erika: You’re just fine to be a friend. Well, the truth is a trusty and good friend is the most appropriate word for it.

Mira: You’re such a sweet friend! Don’t be just confident in yourself but you must believe in! We’ll miss you! Hope you’re not going to forget us! Love lots, Mira

It changed my mind about missing school tomorrow.

Another annoying thing today is that I was thirsty at English class. I asked R.A. if I could have a drink at her jug. She and Mira’s jug looked exactly alike so I got one and asked if it was hers. She said it was. As I was already drinking, she suddenly said, “No, that’s not mine!” I coughed. Then Sharlene (my sooper annoying classmate) said, “That’s Corrine’s!” Then Corrine stood up and said, “No, that’s not mine!” Then Mira stood up and said, “Hey, that’s mine!” “Sorry,” I told her. Then I said to R.A., “You said it was yours!” “Sorry,” she replied sheepishly. When I went back to my seat, I was followed by a chorus of “Corrrriiiiiiiiinnnneeeeee!!!!!” Oh brother. When will they ever learn?

This day has given me two lessons. 1, I shouldn’t be too sensitive. Who cares if Eleanor hates me? At least some people still like me. It’s them who counts. 2, I should bring a jug. Just in case. I don’t want to get the wrong jug then end up embarassed in my seat with the voice of my classmate saying “Corrrriiiiiinnnnneeee!!!!” ringing it my ears anymore.