The Story of Stripes
January 8, 2011
I didn't like Spanish class to begin with. Mrs. PM isn't the nicest teacher on the planet, and I don't like most of the activities we have to participate in. Worse yet is where I sit; my desk is sandwiched between the desks of a popular girl who always slides her desk away from mine and complains about her seat on a daily basis, and her. Her, as in the girl who will remain anonymous but I will refer to as Stripes, since she's obsessed with tigers.
Stripes is a fairly short girl, brown hair, glasses. She's very round in shape, and she has the nose of a pig to match. That's not the problem, though... I could care less what she looks like, she could be the nicest person on Earth. Except she isn't. Well... she isn't mean, at all. No, that's not the problem. Stripes is... how can I put this... special. Or at least she acts that way. Stripes isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. She never does her homework, and what she does complete she always gets bad grades on. She's as oblivious as a Slowpoke; people always make fun of her and laugh behind her back, but she acts as if they're all her friends. If one looks at it that way, maybe that's a good strategy... er, maybe not. I should really feel bad for her, but I don't.
She takes pills for hyperactivity; that's a big giveaway that this kid isn't normal. When she laughs (which is a lot; often at things most others don't find amusing) it's quite a scene. It sounds like some sort of sick bird. She often repeats herself, even though everyone is well aware of what she's been saying. For example, during the Spanish class before Christmas, she kept on saying how 'Santa' is 'Satan' with the letters rearranged. She follows whatever is popular, and instantly becomes obsessed with it. Last year it was Twilight, now it's anime and manga. She hauls around a huge load of luggage wherever she goes; a backpack, a pink bag, another bag, and other things every so often. When we move the desks around in class, these objects often get in the way. And she always brings with her... stuffed animals. Now, I don't have a problem with stuffed animals; I love collecting plush cats and Pokemon. Except I keep them at home. And I don't treat them like they're actual living, breathing creatures. Yesterday she brought in two small stuffed tigers and a cat. They stayed on her desk the whole period, and every so often she would stop to stroke their fake fur. Today Stripes brought a large stuffed tiger. I don't understand why Mrs. PM lets her do this... perhaps she is aware of something I am not.
Stripes hangs out with Sam's friends, and sometimes Megan, Michelle, and Sam. I'm not sure if they're just playing along, or if they're actually friends. In my eyes, I don't see a good thing about her; while I have not been exposed to her fully, I've seen a lot. And it isn't pretty.
Stripes is a fairly short girl, brown hair, glasses. She's very round in shape, and she has the nose of a pig to match. That's not the problem, though... I could care less what she looks like, she could be the nicest person on Earth. Except she isn't. Well... she isn't mean, at all. No, that's not the problem. Stripes is... how can I put this... special. Or at least she acts that way. Stripes isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. She never does her homework, and what she does complete she always gets bad grades on. She's as oblivious as a Slowpoke; people always make fun of her and laugh behind her back, but she acts as if they're all her friends. If one looks at it that way, maybe that's a good strategy... er, maybe not. I should really feel bad for her, but I don't.
She takes pills for hyperactivity; that's a big giveaway that this kid isn't normal. When she laughs (which is a lot; often at things most others don't find amusing) it's quite a scene. It sounds like some sort of sick bird. She often repeats herself, even though everyone is well aware of what she's been saying. For example, during the Spanish class before Christmas, she kept on saying how 'Santa' is 'Satan' with the letters rearranged. She follows whatever is popular, and instantly becomes obsessed with it. Last year it was Twilight, now it's anime and manga. She hauls around a huge load of luggage wherever she goes; a backpack, a pink bag, another bag, and other things every so often. When we move the desks around in class, these objects often get in the way. And she always brings with her... stuffed animals. Now, I don't have a problem with stuffed animals; I love collecting plush cats and Pokemon. Except I keep them at home. And I don't treat them like they're actual living, breathing creatures. Yesterday she brought in two small stuffed tigers and a cat. They stayed on her desk the whole period, and every so often she would stop to stroke their fake fur. Today Stripes brought a large stuffed tiger. I don't understand why Mrs. PM lets her do this... perhaps she is aware of something I am not.
Stripes hangs out with Sam's friends, and sometimes Megan, Michelle, and Sam. I'm not sure if they're just playing along, or if they're actually friends. In my eyes, I don't see a good thing about her; while I have not been exposed to her fully, I've seen a lot. And it isn't pretty.
Posted by The Muffin Lucario. Posted In : School
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