WTF.

Seriously, people, WTF.

Apparently, because I'd rather read at recess during school, I'm emo.

Yeah. Reading makes you emo! Who knew?

Here's my story, children.

KK. So my friends don't get along very well with me. I will admit, I do have some (maybe serious) issues. So when I don't bother trying to be nice to them, I read in a corner (that is pretty much only used by me, so I call it 'my' corner,) of my school area and stuff. It's all out of the way. I don't bug anybody.

(Just to mention, I mainly read COB/A/G, becuz they r awesuhm)

Now, I go to middle school. There are grades 6,7 and 8. I'm in grade 7, but I'm tall enough to be in grade 8. Hell, I'm taller than some of the teachers there.

So, one day I'm sitting in my corner. Minding my own buisness. Reading. I've got a hoodie on, with the hood up to block the sun. My hair is long, but it is pulled into a ponytail. During that one day, do you know what happens? I have four people ask me what book I'm reading, two assumed it was Twilight (SRSLY. Does COG look like Twilight to you?). Two people assumed that I was 'emo'. One asked if I was a girl or a boy. (*angerflail*). And, I SWEAR, somebody kicked a ROCK at me.

It was a small(ish) rock of course, and why do I think they kicked it? There was nobody around me in about a 10 metre area, considering I just got rid of the last people by saying I hated Twilight. The nearest people were a bunch of 'gangsters' who I am on very bad terms with. One of them seriously hates my dad, and my dad hates him back. It's funny, when I don't get rocks kicked at me.

Even if I was wearing long pants, it bled, and left what felt like a painful bruise. I couldn't go to a teacher, because I A, don't have enough proof, and B, didn't see who did it. Trust me, that rock was moving much to hard for it to be an 'accident'. Apparently, it had pretty good aim for an 'accident'.

But that's not what got to me. It's the people that assume that because I'm A, alone, B, reading, and C, in a corner, that I'm EMO.

I AM NOT F***ING EMO, B****ES.

They even asked me to show them my scars. Of course, assuming I had some, because I am EMO and all emos cut themselves. WTF, PEOPLE.

NOT ALL EMOS CUT THEMSELVES.

NOT ALL PEOPLE THAT CUT THEMSELVES ARE EMO.

*angerflail*

Can I kill them now?

(I love ranting. Isn't it fun?)

*superuberangryangerflail*

Cookies for finishing this, if you read it all.

Honey, I know just where you are coming from. Kids suck, and let me tell you, as a senior in High School, it doesn't get much better. Sad but true.

Tell them to fuck off and forget about it. Trust me, a strong offense is the best defense.

Oh mother funking shit, I lost count on how many times people called me emo, I mean almost every kid in my class has never even touched a frekkin book outside of school work, so yeah, I'm also automatically 'emo' cause I read
Hurt those motherf**kers!!
And hell, I've even been asked If I worship the freakin' devil!?!!?! WTF
I mean, ofcourse I worship the devil, why wouldn't I?? And I also eat babies for breakfast and kick little kittens just for kicks!
Oh and yes, it doesn't get better in highschool at all! But I guess it could be worse, scare them off, and get your revenge, I don't care what everyone says, Those dumbasses dont deserve moral and common sense, so therefore revenge is okay

Oh, god. I know. I read about six books every week, no kidding, and I'm emo. At least I'm an intelligent self-mutilator.

God I know the feeling. I like to read in my free time and I have meduim hair length. So people either think I'm a guy (( cause of my hair )) or when I wear even slightly dark clothes I'm emo. WTF people! God forbid some one can acctauly read or likes to wear black. I swear some people are born without brains.