I love using musical metaphors. Yup. Anyhow, these interludes will contain the generality of the rest of the week, because I am hoping for a 15 part short narrative, and then maybe a look back on the happening of the chapter before. 

The rest of the week, was, normal to say the least, being picked on, I even got spit on, I remember that because I chased the kid down, and I got in trouble for it. Just a bit of info, I am different from fragile Shane, so if you spit on me, I will break your jaw c: c: c: Anyhow. The only difference in my week was the stupor I was in. A pretty girl, had legitimately sat with me, ME, helped me pick food out of my hair, apologized to me about her scum friends, and then proceeded to compliment me on several of my features. It gave me hope. Aside from being spit on, I wanted to say, "HA, did Sarah tell YOU that you had pretty eyes? No? Suck it!" It was like someone finally heard my calls for a savior from pain, and she just waltzed in, fixed things, and waltzed out. I was so confused, at this feeling that was building in my chest, this... Confidence. I was extremely lacking confidence at this point in time, and she handed some of it to me on a silver platter.

That is why I had problems with letting go, and not being extremely clingy, because I was like a plant getting water for the first time. and she was the Gardner, tending to me. And please, take metaphors as is, that one does sound sketchy, but no. I also remember hearing on the Friday of that week, her douche bag boyfriend saying he was going to "crush me, if I talked to her again." so this would lead up to me talking to her on Monday. I had a lot of pent up anger, I wanted him to test me on, and he did. So that's where Part 2 of my narrative comes in, "Top Dog versus Underdog"