Finishing 2#

--yesterday--



Finally, for god's sake,  I fucking hate this school, and more then a half from the children in it.
Instead of the incredible day that was planned, we got hell.
Instead of a huge water-balloon fight, we stood in two lines saying good luck to something about 400 kids.
I think it's the thing that ruined the day.

And, of course, the talent show.
There were two horrifying kids and their exciting parents sat behind me.
I had too many bad comments to keep in.
By the way bad comments, guess who bitched to me.
Yep, indeed, Ms. bitch, no else than Gal.
From strangers to best friends and t strangers again.

And just for the last thing before the special, I've found that popular kids (or the kids who think they are) like to make "Power Fights" they really think they control others, seriously showing the "less" who's the boss, I really enjoy from showing them that this spectacular "less" is the boss.
I'm a dog, they're bitches.


So let's start with the special.

1. New doll
2. Huge 7 years memories
3. And a personal letter that will be released only here, each one dedicated to one of my class, if he's in school or not, and if he's in my class or not.
4. All my art pieces, from the iPhone and the paper.
5. Blog opening (exactly like Idea List -r.i.p.- but with my bigger Blogger app knowledge).

Doll, it'll take time, I'm sorry I'm not doing it right now but when I can I'll do.

And memories.

Fuck them.

But special is a special, so:

First year, goddamn immature 5 year olds [what the f*** (censored for the children) have I expected?!], bullying me and "punishing" me with the "cruelty" of being outside from their clique.

In a minute the year passed and the first grade came by.

Teacher who taught us everything from the bases, I was lucky that I knew everything even before, and since I was there I wondered every time how they failed in our "tests", our "tests" were pretty much like this, the teacher wrote something on the board and said it out loud, then we had to copy it to our notebooks, this was a TEST, and the funniest part was that kids got prepared for this test and still failed.

  HOW THE FUCK?!

And then again a year passed, new girl in 3 guys out, keep learning and starting with English, learning eight letters repeatedly with a teacher named Eve.

The fourth year and the third grade passed slower, but it's very blurry.

And then the fourth grade, new teacher for the next 3 years, nice, the same years where he first step for becoming the girl who I'm not.

And the fifth grade, where I started with pain, bitches, pink, and Blogger, you know the whole story already.

And the last year, seventh year, sixth grade, done with school, with blood, sweat, and tears, not sure what I used more.

Oh, letters, I waited for it, you can't understand.

I dedicate it to the 3 main people I hate in my life that I know well enough.

Mega Bitch, Ms. Bitch, and Bully-Blonde-Bitch-Forever-Fucked.

Let's start by this order, just easier this way.

Yali, 

I know it's inappropriate to write a letter from the heart to someone I hate.

But it's not a hateful letter about how much I hate you, you already know, ain't you?

So, I want to say you are a bitch and still not a bitch, if I'd say it in front of you and bitches who determine that they're bitches, you'll both get insulted.

The bitches never get low as you did, and the bitches never was so viscous as you, but you had a plan, and you were smarter than you usually are.

I want to congrats you and make sure you know that you succeed and won, and wish you the best, because, the more you catch in your web and kill and take it's soul, the more people I can trust.

Thank you for making me stronger, I guess you'll never understand what you've done, for the good and the bad.

And just a think I wanted to say for a very long time,

Do you remember all the times you asked me why have I done it and I said I don't know? Now I know, I guess I always did, just kept it inside.

But I know you knew why I lied and said that I don't know, now, do you think I don't know why you've done what you've done to me.

With full heart.

You know who I am.

So sweet, don't you agree?

It's like a funeral of joy!

Gal,

Oh, I can't even start with it.

I can say that I hate you and love you in the same time.

I used to love you, not as romance, but you know how, like sisters.

But you've changed, and just like the singer you like (in this case, not Lana Del Ray, but Sia) and her song "You've changed" and the first line in the chorus,

You've changed, for the better.

But, now I don't know what you'll pick, who is better?

You, or I?

I can tell you what I think.

That I'm better, released from your will for being popular, and in your case, you'd do anything it takes.

And don't pretend I haven't noticed that you became the best friend of the one you wanted to choke 6 months ago.

I don't really know who own the blame.

But nothing so far actually helped.

I remember once, I've called you, to talk to you, to say what I feel, but as you always do (or don't in this case), I've got to the voicemail.

You even haven't checked the call, or texted.

Am I someone for you anymore?

I guess not.

I think you lied when you said that we got apart when I went closer to Maya G.

Well, as I told you, she was there for me, when you weren't.

When I was broken, you planned your path for being the next queen bee.

I can promise you that It'll happen.

So far, everyone who were my friend, turned to be popular.

Luli (I've hated her since the kindergarten, it's not a lie, she was there with me, but she bullied me when I was 3, and since then I fucking hate blondes.

The same with Naya, you know her.

And probably many more I forgot about, I'm the pre-popular friend.

Well, good luck with whatever you trying to do.

I -hopefuly- won't be there to pick you up from the hard and lonely place you'd lay in.

Goodbye.

And for the end, bbbff.

Maya,

Oh I bet you can't understand that you hurt everyone that cares about you.

The guy that hopelessly in love with you, that you dump with a letter on daily basis, insult every possible time the girls that pretend to be your friends.

You trying everything so they'll like you, tried to fake the love from Justin Bieber, and the attraction for One Direction.

Even I don't really like you , you know it, I'm pretending too, I just like your cute cousin.

And I wonder if you'll ever change, or stay the same.

Well, good luck in whatever that passing in your mind, and good luck with saving yourself when you'll be alone.

Sincerely,

Me.

I'm such a sweetheart.

So, now it's art, since I won't blast the post with photos, you can find them in Photobucket (I made it just for you!)

here's the link http://s1318.photobucket.com/user/dvasha/library/?sort=3&page=1 (or just click here).

And the last thing on the list, opening a blog, I did!

I'm on the way for the first post.

I hope I'll be able to make it good.

So for the summer,, I have a bucket list.

Finish Code Lyoko.

Finish Pokemon (as far as I see, it won't happen soon).

And become a better artist.

Well, I'm on my way to complete two of three!

And, to succeed at surfing, and of course, to make an app on my "summer-tech-school" in very known and probably should called "exclusive".

It mostly for fashion and stuff, but I'm going to get smarter, and suffer through it, but making the best of it in the end.

I also want to learn Japanese, so I'll try to watch a Japanese teaching session every once in a while and some animes where they speak Japanese but there's English subtitles (it works like magic!).

So, I want to start to finish (not making sense!) the post in the new blog.

Good luck for me!

It's how to become a bitch.

I'm starting with things I know.

And just for your information, I want to add authors!

So for any kind of information, check the new blog on the profile, and for a shortcut or just a nice tip, press ctrl+f and write about me in the box and press enter, it'll get you there faster, this box finding the words in the page.

So email me, and it's free (I'm not a money person at the correct point).

Tell me that you want to join, give me a little information, short story about yourself, things you can post, and we might become partners, and "work" together in other blogs!

Yay!

And good luck, I'm dying to learn all the tayls trying to find themselves and help them, and you can't believe how fun is that.

So communicate, and I guess that I'll write tomorrow about how much I hate the outdoors when they don't have air conditioning or surfboards, or skateboards, or snowboards, or just boards.

As always:

Berries, survivors,

I hope you'll make it.