Y'all, I just-

I need to tell you about my encounters with this certain girl at school. We'll call her 'Miss B', because she's, well, a bitch.

Warning- I am going to cuss a LOT in this.

So, some background. Once, last school year, she was unnecessarily rude to me and my friend at the time. But, that was only once. She later cheered me on in volleyball so I chose to forget about it.

My current encore is gym. It repeats twice in the year, which I don't like nor understand.

Anyways.. The first time 'round, I was staring blankly towards a wall space above Miss B. She was sitting on a stage area a couple feet away, talking to a teacher or something. Then, she looks at me, and questions, "Why you lookin' at me??" I said that I wasn't looking at her and went back to minding my own business.

Second rotation, still the one I am currently on. She questions why I have a stuffed dog really rudely and asks why it's necessary. I returned it with a "shut up" and went on my way. 

(Context- I carry around a Pound Puppy at school for comfort and some other things I don't feel like explaining. The puppy, named 'Forrest', has never proven to be a distraction. No one else has questioned it, and some people actually like the dog. I also wear a jacket around my waist all the time at school and I don't like when it falls down. I'm constantly picking it up.)

So, my most recent encounter happened yesterday. Yep, yesterday. The pain.
We were doing some weird basketball activities we had been doing for days straight. I hate basketball and gym, but I was lucky, because there was a two hour delay. I just usually dribble around the place until the lucky numbers come up on the clock. I was not feeling well, so I was allowed to visit the girl's locker room. I was chilling there, with Forrest and a classmate, until Miss B and some companions walk in. I pay no mind, even though they were noisy af.

Miss B climbs up on a little sitting area by a huge set of lockers and rests her arms atop them. I'm just staring at the doorway, not saying anything, until... you guessed it.. "Why you lookin' at me?" I say, like last time, that I wasn't looking at her. I averted my gaze just so any more confrontation could be avoided.  But, then, she goes to sit on one of the benches and says to one of her companions, "She told me to shut up the other day." I explained why I told her to shut up as kindly as I could, even though I was annoyed already.

She keeps questioning why I have a "bear". I told her he wasn't a bear and that it was none of her business as to why I have him. Then, I'm not lying when I say this.. SHE LITERALLY HAD THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO SAY, "Sorry, but it ain't naptime."

LIKE, STFU YOU BITCH ASS SKANKY ASS WHORE. Why does she choose to be mean to me, of all things?? I didn't even do anything to her.

Later, I had existed the bathroom and was continuing to dribble. I was at the far side of the gym, and she was on the stage, sitting there. My jacket fell down. Now, I can't be certain of the validity of this story, as my hearing sucks, but I'm pretty sure I heard her shout, "Why do you need that jacket" across the gym. MISS B, IS IT REALLY YOUR DAMN  BUSINESS??

Like, damn. Stick your nose back in your ass and leave me be.

(I have more stories of people being rude to me for no reason, and all of them include Forrest. Why is it the minute I bring a stuffed animal in, suddenly people are rough housing with MY plush and being mean to me?)