So yeah after my dad found out I punched my "best friend" he honestly contemplated taking me to some mental doctor!

then the next day he received a letter from the school. Just as we were getting into the car the postman came up to us and handed us the letter.

When he opened His face went bright bright red and I thought I could actually see steam coming out his ears..

anyway I ran for my life and barricaded myself in my bedroom. Well what would you have done?! Lucky I wasn't in the car because he would have speedily locked the doors killed me and dumped my body in a ditch somewhere...that's how angry he was.

He he shouted for a full on 72 hours. He ordeded the two maids husbands to bash my door down! And i had all my precious things taken:
my iphone
my laptop
my iPad
my mini fridge
my vital books (hunger games and Harry potter.)

I HAD NOTHING TO DO. okay yes I had a room full off stuff, but I was wallowing in my own sadness and had no use and that specific moment for it. Plus I had no door. Which was very awkward but also kinda rewarding beacause the maids HAD to walk past my room. So everytime the did I would dramatically fling myself fowards and cry into my pillow. Or I'd look at them and let a sob escape before I pulled the covers over my head. They fell for it, I know and they felt guilty.

Then the next I was given an errand to do which meant leaving the house.

Picture this, it's the middle of June, about 4:30 schools had finnsihed that meant people I know would be mingling around. Its the south of France, it's June, it's BOILING.

i have to take extra precaution, so I put on track suit bottoms, a jumper, a massive sun hat and huge bug eye sunglasses.

Just stepping out the front door was painful. Inside was cold and air conditioned. Usually I would be in shorts and a bikini top. Stepping out side the air hits you immediately and it's hot and claustrophobic.

I would have been better to dress as I usually would because this outfit is drawing all sorts of attention.

I get spotted immediately. Clearly the glasses and hat weren't enough. It's This girl called Meygan who I hate and this other girl called Maria. Who funnily enough I also hate.

They comment on my outfit. Which was expected, they asked me why I was so visiously violent to Josie, they ask why I'm rushing. So I tell them quite plainly.

"1.I'm wearing this because I am a individual, not sheep like yourselfs. 2. Josie is a crybaby little shit who deserves the black eye and bruise across her cheek. 3. I am rushing to get away from you."

Walking back was worse beacause I actually spotted Josie. Which was very satisfying because her bruise is massive and her black eye huge and has caused the eye to swell shut.

Yes I was feeling very happy till I got home.

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