As a 17 year old girl (and a 12th grader), I am, quite honestly prone to succumbing to my emotions, especially when they are strong or volatile. And as such, I consistently lose control of my rage.
Today during class I was called down to the office, surprised and a bit worried I asked Naomi, the receptionist why I was called down. She told me that our school consular had asked for me, now baffled by the turn of events I walked into her office, after sitting down as she asked me to, she called in one of the few people I consider a friend at this disgusting hell hole called a school.
C (9th grader), was just as startled to see me as I was to see him, both of us giving each other a 'WTF' look we turned to face Ms. R, after being assured multiple times that we weren't in trouble, a few minutes later I was shaking in rage.
Apparently I was being asked to stay away from one of my friends who I happen to see as a baby sister, (7th grader) M's mother apparently was worried that she was spending too much time with us high-schooler's, after I broke through what were quite obviously bald faced lies, I stood up, quite pissed off telling her if she wanted me to distance myself that it was fine, however a teacher telling me to stay away form someone I cared about, the order quite noticeably wasn't going to followed.
Telling her such I nearly screamed at the woman that she could kiss my ass, when she yelled at me that I wasn't allowed to approach M. at all, 'as instructed by the girl's mother'.
I glared at her, and nearly called her a two faced bitch. She always says that she wants to help the students but all she has ever done for us was cause us more problems, or even telling us that what we were coming to her about didn't matter in the first place, calling it petty or unnecessary drama within the school.
As you can tell, I'm not a fan of her, seeing as every time I've gone to see her she has brushed me aside as if I was a dust-bunny that needed to be swept up.
