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Oct. 11th, 2004 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trace_of_scarletTo every single pupil of my school: GO FUCK YOURSELVES ON THE NINTH RUNG OF HELL AND DIE. I HATE YOU ALL, FUCKTARDS.
...
In other words, school did not get any better after lunch. A shockingly similar conversation to the one in the queue for the van ensued last lesson, only with less (yet supposedly more mature) participants. And I (technically) brought this one on myself, too...
The place: Art Block Media (read: Computer) Room.
The cast: Me, Tom [no, Nath, not one you know, I think], PC (painted cow), MC (male crony)1 and MC2.
PC:Tom, are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Did you go out with Ryan?
T: No.
PC: I heard you went out with Ryan. Are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Oh. So you like girls?
T: Yes.
PC: Who do you fancy?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: I heard you used to fancy Charlotte W. Did you?
T: ...
PC: Did you fancy Charlotte?
T: None of your business.
PC: Did you fancy her? *he's ignoring her now; she's repeating the question over and over, accompanied by MCs 1 and 2*
They're getting steadily louder...
T: Give it a rest, alright?
C1: Who do you fancy?
Me: Leave him alone.
C1: Hey, who said that?
Me: I did.
PC&C2: *snigger*
C1: Well, fuck off, I'm not interested in you.
C1: *to PC* Who the fuck's she? I don't know her name.
Me: I'll give it to you, it's Bethan.
C2: *inane imitation*
PC&C1: *giggle, snigger*
PC: So Tom, would you fancy me?
Tom: ...
Me: *looks at T* No, I don't think he'd go for a painted trollop.
PC and C2: repetition of the 'fancy' questions with me, have you ever snogged someone, are you a virgin, etc, I answer some (not all honestly) then tell them to fuck off and the cycle recommences until PC finishes her work, the bell rings for end of school and she leaves, trailing the two boys behind her.
The kicker? Several mutual friends (mainly closer to me, but still) must have heard the whole thing and did NOTHING to help either of us. Fuck it, Tom D was sat between me and PC and said nothing!
I hate people.
...
In other words, school did not get any better after lunch. A shockingly similar conversation to the one in the queue for the van ensued last lesson, only with less (yet supposedly more mature) participants. And I (technically) brought this one on myself, too...
The place: Art Block Media (read: Computer) Room.
The cast: Me, Tom [no, Nath, not one you know, I think], PC (painted cow), MC (male crony)1 and MC2.
PC:Tom, are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Did you go out with Ryan?
T: No.
PC: I heard you went out with Ryan. Are you gay?
T: No.
PC: Oh. So you like girls?
T: Yes.
PC: Who do you fancy?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: Do you fancy me?
T: ...
PC: I heard you used to fancy Charlotte W. Did you?
T: ...
PC: Did you fancy Charlotte?
T: None of your business.
PC: Did you fancy her? *he's ignoring her now; she's repeating the question over and over, accompanied by MCs 1 and 2*
They're getting steadily louder...
T: Give it a rest, alright?
C1: Who do you fancy?
Me: Leave him alone.
C1: Hey, who said that?
Me: I did.
PC&C2: *snigger*
C1: Well, fuck off, I'm not interested in you.
C1: *to PC* Who the fuck's she? I don't know her name.
Me: I'll give it to you, it's Bethan.
C2: *inane imitation*
PC&C1: *giggle, snigger*
PC: So Tom, would you fancy me?
Tom: ...
Me: *looks at T* No, I don't think he'd go for a painted trollop.
PC and C2: repetition of the 'fancy' questions with me, have you ever snogged someone, are you a virgin, etc, I answer some (not all honestly) then tell them to fuck off and the cycle recommences until PC finishes her work, the bell rings for end of school and she leaves, trailing the two boys behind her.
The kicker? Several mutual friends (mainly closer to me, but still) must have heard the whole thing and did NOTHING to help either of us. Fuck it, Tom D was sat between me and PC and said nothing!
I hate people.
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