We're in choir together. She sits next to me. Does everybody understand so far? Okay, she spends her time drawing when we should be singing, and even now, when it's crunch time, our concert's next Monday, she just sits there drawing when she should be singing. This gets me kind of mad. There have been three conversations between us where I expressed myself.
CONVO 1
(ChoirDirector playing piano, choir singing)
(I glance over in the rests, Sue's drawing.)
Sue: I already have our music memorized.
Me: It'd be nice if you sang the right notes, then.
-PAUSE-
Sue: Oh, I'm doing that on purpose.
(I glance over in the rests, Sue's drawing.)
Sue: I already have our music memorized.
Me: It'd be nice if you sang the right notes, then.
-PAUSE-
Sue: Oh, I'm doing that on purpose.
This really got me ticked. I just looked at her with disbelief at her stupid excuse.
CONVO 2
(Sue's drawing once again.)
(Hits arm) Me: Hey, come on! Sing! I don't want our section to blow it because you're not paying attention!
(Hits arm) Me: Hey, come on! Sing! I don't want our section to blow it because you're not paying attention!
I was a jerk, I'll admit.
CONVO 3
(I'm ignoring Sue.)
Sue: Are you mad at me?
-pause- (She reaches to touch my arm)
Are you mad at me? Or do you hate me?
(reach for my arm)
(I pull my arm up past my face.) Don't touch me.
(Turns to other girl, Clarice, let's call her. I don't even think Clarice cared.)
She hates me.
Sue: Are you mad at me?
-pause- (She reaches to touch my arm)
Are you mad at me? Or do you hate me?
(reach for my arm)
(I pull my arm up past my face.) Don't touch me.
(Turns to other girl, Clarice, let's call her. I don't even think Clarice cared.)
She hates me.
This was just today.
She INFURIATES(Good word, eh?) me! I was nice to her, fifth grade, and now she thinks we're BFFL. No. Just, no. Yes, I know I'm a jerk.
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