The popular girls

Run. Run away and don’t come back. No-body wants you here. You’re just a little freak.


I’ve been at this school for two weeks and you already feel threatened by me. You strut around like you own the place, like you are in your own kingdom and everyone should bow down to you as if you were a queen. Well guess what you’re not and will never be. You’ll grow up; forgetting that you tormented and tyrannized the people that supposedly worshiped you. You were the queen bee of the school, the social butterfly. I’ve seen your species everywhere and you’re all the same. The pretty, wealthy and manipulative bitch that lives through the pain she spreads. What kind of life must that be? To be that damaged that you have to pass on that pain to someone else so that you can be happy, if you could even call it that. Yes I’m different. Yes I have scars. Yes I keep to myself but that does not make me a freak. It makes me, me and if you have a problem with that then you know where you can go. You think sending a little note will scare me? Make me listen to you and collapse at your feet? No it doesn’t. I’m here until the end so deal with it. Do you think I care about your kingdom? Maybe I should. Maybe I’ll stop your little tyranny over the people of this school. Maybe I’ll rule your little kingdom and give freedom back. Give people the freedom to do what they like, sit where they like, wear what they like. Time is running out for you and people are tired of it. I’m tired of people like you so I’m not running. You are. I’ll give you a head start but once that’s run out you best be warned. I have nothing to lose but you do. You have everything to lose. Piece by piece I’ll take it all. So sweetheart, start running.