Odd girl out
June 6th, 2008 by Sarah Morrison
One of my less irritating Youtube vids, girls are mean.
I tried to read the book in college and couldn’t. Middle school still felt like yesterday. Last night, I watched the Lifetime movie version of the book. I watched the whole thing. It wasn’t easy. I can remember coming home from school crying. I remember begging my mom to send me to a new school or to let me be home schooled. I remember chopping off my hair several time in the bathroom in tears. I can still see my middle school cafeteria like I was there today. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach that happened every time I walked in.
I found this box of notes in my parents’ house. I cringed reading notes from the girls who destroyed my life in 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th, and then 10th grade. It was hard to read them, but I did. Some were notes from my besties talking about going to the mall and the dance Friday. Then notes that appeared to be written weeks later from the same girls, they were hateful and mean. I was ugly, I had no boobs, the boy who I had a crush on hates me, and they all tend to end in giant letters “Everyone hates you,.”
Then these girls would come around. They would want to be my friends again. After months of eating lunch in the bathroom and crying in my bedroom, we would be BFFs. I would be thrilled. I would instantly forgive them and trust them. After a week of eating lunch with them, they would do it again.
It was interesting to watch Vanessa’s mom in the movie. She was my mom. She wanted to help. She wanted to talk. Vanessa was so angry and her mom didn’t understand. My mom painfully watched these same girls torment me with no idea what to do. On the good days, when they had liked my new outfit or the new boy I was hanging out with, they would be my besties again. After a while, my mom tried to ban me from hanging out with them. That made me even angrier. She knew they would inevitablly break my heart again. All I wanted was for them to be my friends. I realize now, she was just trying to protect me. When you are there all you want is to be accepted.
A week before the start of high school, I received a note in the mail. All the letters in the note were cut out of magaines. It was allegedly from an older boy who had a crush on me. He wanted to meet me at a certain place when the bell rang after the first day of school. My mom knew it was from them. I knew she was right, but wanted her not to be. I sat within viewing distance of the spot where the alleged boy was supposed to meet me. One of the girls actually came over giggling asking me what I was doing. I told her I was waiting for the bus. She ran off laughing.
They become my friends one more time in 10th grade. This time the takedown was the worst. I was dating a cute older boy. They knew I was their ticket in to his group of friends. I was thrilled to let them back in. The more evil of the two told me she had her sights set on one of his friends. I helped set them up. Then one night I walked in and she was kissing my boy. I stood up to her and couldn’t believe she has done this. She confided to him how crazy I was, how I was madly in love with him, how I knew his class schedule and stalked him. Then next day the girls, my boy, and all his friends looked down as they passed me in the hallway.
Blah blah blah
The ringleader girl eventually boots the other girl out and ruins her socially like she had done me. Then one after another destroyed every girl in her wake. A point came when there were too many of us and one of her. Some of the girls tried to screw with her. I stayed away.
Me and that boy end up back together. One night in college, we were at his parents’ house watching a movie. The phone rang and his mom yelled for him to pick up. He disappeared into another room for a while. He came back and told me it was her. She had heard we were dating and wanted to call him and catch up. She told him she was so happy for us. She told him how lucky he was. She gushed about how beautiful I’d always been.
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. He didn’t understand. He had never been a 14 year old girl.
I am working at my club in LA, last year. I was doing a party that night. I was out at the door trying to pull people in and organize the chaos. I heard my name, I knew the voice, and my stomach dropped. There she was waving at me like we were long lost friends. She hugged me and wanted to catch up. She drank too much and poured her heart out to me. She gushed about how we should hang out now that she was in LA. I pretended to humor her. Ron was taking Cobrasnake photos. She grabbed him and said, “We used to be best friends. We haven’t seen each other in forever! Take our photo!”
In the photo she has her arm around me, my arms are crossed, and I look like a deer caught in headlights.
The next morning at work, I was going through the credit cards left open by drunk people at the bar. I saw her credit card. I laughed and said, “She will never come back and get this, guaranteed.”
She never did.
Damn! I had a letter once given to me by some girls that were supposed to be my besties. They all wrote ugly things about me and threatened me…in a long ass letter! I ignored them, said I was better….they, too, came around later on…wanting to be cool again. But theings were never going to be the same. I never really trusted girls the same way after that. I’m glad I got rid of those notes…you should too sarah!!!
this girl “i know” told me…i wont say here name cause alot of us are sensitive about this stuff STILL.
so the popular girls invite her to a sleepever. she thrilled that they want to be her friends.
while she is asleep, they cut off all her hair.
Ugh this happened to me in the 7th grade worst year of my life.All of my friends turned their back on me I remember crying everyday when I would come home from school.It’s such a long story to write out but pretty much one week they would hate me the next week we would be best friends.The worst thing was the online abuse they would say the meanest things and then when I would block them they would make new screennames…bahh I can go on and on about it…
well I’m now best friends with two of them…we rarely talk about that time but when we do they have told me that they still feel sorry about it they don’t really know why they did it…
6th grade was the worst year o my life. I was best friends with this girl who ended up telling our entire lunch table I was talking about them, which she was doing. Not only did I lose all my friends that year, I started getting people messages from other people in the school accusing me of talking about them. I suddenly had the reputation of being a bitch that talked about everyone.
Even just this year, my so-called friends were talking about me on facebook in some message back and forth saying I was fake and a hipster wannabe, because of the way I dressed and the music I listened to, and because I looked at cobrasnake photos. The geniuses left their account open on the computer when I went over, and I accidentally clicked on messages, thinking it was mine. I swear it was like something out of a movie. Did I mention this over christmas break? needless to say it was a very unhappy holidays.
It seems like adolescence is filled with bullshit
I left out the part about them saying they hated me, and that they hoped I didn’t go “kill myself” if I read this, which was some stab at the fact that I went to therapy and took meds for my anxiety disorder..god I hate high school
wow! this sounds like my 5th grade year when
nobody wanted to friend me in class for fear of
the big girl who beat everyone up. well she got
held back in school by a year and she got knocked up, so i think she dropped out.
i can give advice to you guys and be like ignore them. you are so much better than them. who cares….
but there is no point in saying anything like that because its bullshit and its impossible to do. middle school suck and girls are so mean and evil.
think about that girl who killed herself because of the myspace tormenting. it ended up these girls moms were taunting her with fake myspaces and ichat names.
those are grown ups…moms.
this is just one story. this happened to me in college. i transferred because of a version of this story with other lying evil girls who spread rumors and lies to make themselves look cooler.
a version of this happened like last year.
it never ends
its sad that so many girls and women are so hurtful and nasty.
i was once so mean to a girl she left my school.
i was once so nice to a girl she became my best friend.
pish-posh, depends who it is i guess.
woah. ok
When I was in fifth grade, I had a personal bully. I never said more than two words to her but she would pull my braids and trip me on the school bus and push me off my swing at recess. When I was little people used to call me “Faggot Paget” (my last name is Paget and people used to pronounce it Pag-get). I’m straight btw, and I didn’t even know what a faggot was. In middle school I got teased for having no boobs. I didn’t date in high school because I never felt pretty enough to have a boyfriend. Some girls are just really fucked up.
poor sarah. i went to an all girls high school. i thought i got along with everyone. i made it a point to actually. i started getting closer to one of the ‘mean girls’ in my grade. my house was the house where nobody was ever home. so i had one of those stupid high school parties. one of their guy friends ransacked my room while i was puking in the bathroom. all of my jewelry and records were gone. nobody stood up for me when i said i knew who it was. they said i was crazy and i was making stuff up. so for the rest of my high school social career [however pathetic it was] i was known as the crazy liar girl that tattle tales. i hang out with the same two girls for almost 7 years. i can tell a dishonest person almost right off the bat, so i keep my distance now. not to say that i don’t like meeting new girlfriends, i make plenty of new girlfriends, i just keep a safe distance until i know i can trust them. it usually goes both ways.
i think someone needs to take you out for a cup of coffee and just listen to you for like an hour.
I’ve found that alot of military wives are like middle school mean girls.
i got beaten up by this pack of boys everyday for a year in elementary, but none of that shit hurt as much as what the rabid mean girls did, PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE manaipulation tactics. it makes you insane because these weak people target interesting, smart, girls (hello sarah and all ya’ll) and they derive power from sucking off of you, like a parasite. i know why now, but i still don’t know how to stop it.
I love the comradery of those of us who were made miserable in middle school.
7th and 8th grade was the worst ever. I had a back brace for my scoliosis, I was just diagnosed with diabetes, and I basically had no friends. The girls I sat with at lunch would talk about me behind my back and talk about their weekend events that I wasn’t invited to.
Yes, it was a very horrible time.
middle school.
ouch.
ladies is crazyyyyy
maybe this will cheer you up:
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Ughh
and high school (nine to twelve).
All of these stories make me so sad.
We don’t really have any middle schools in Canada. We have elementary (kindergarden to grade
I went to a french immersion school, with ten people in my class, and the exact same class until ninth grade. I can’t say this sort of thing DIDN’T happen, but I certainly can’t recall anything. Our classmate Jesse took his life in seventh grade, he was twelve. NOBODY understood. Upon entering high school we all started to understand, the suicide rate is extremely high in this small town. I switched high schools and moved to the nearest city.
i’m with ya Remy, no middle schools in Canada, just JK-Gr 8 and then shipped off to high school for grade 9. i hated elementary so much that high school was a relief. but then i just isolated myself, became friends with everyone and was known as that interesting but weird, angry girl who even the school bully was afraid of (he told me this at graduation). holla.
Middle school.Highschool. Internet.
its all the same.