Confessions of a Private School Mean Girl: Part 3

When I was twelve years old, I was sitting outside the main entrance to my school with my usual group of friends. I was reading and eating as usual when the only teacher I was afraid of, Ms. Cash, marched down the stairs and instructed me to go to the vice principal's office. I walked in and was joined by three other girls who I knew from my classes. I nodded hello, and was placed in line with them by another teacher.

As we stood in silence, I listened to Ms. Cash go on about new uniforms and realized what we'd been called in for. As I came to this realization, Ms. Cash turned and gestured at me. "She would be an extra small." I looked at my feet awkwardly and tried not to think about how hard it was to be lined up with girls I knew from smallest to largest. I was indignant at the way that we were being treated, but didn't have the guts to say anything so I stayed quiet as Ms. Cash examined the other girls quickly.

She looked over at me sharply and up and downed me once. Her tone made what she said afterwards just that much more rude: "Good Lord, girl, why are you so flat chested?" I stood in shock for a few seconds and then lapsed into complete silence while I bit my tongue and tried not to cry. Cheers to Ms. Cash, credited with triggering my first body insecurities!

There was a day when I was sitting outside during lunch break quietly reading a book when I happened to look up and see a girl who I strongly disliked marching up to me. I looked down quickly because behind her was the boy who I'd had a crush on for a couple months. He and I were friends, sitting through detention together, going tothe local youth group, and driving home together since we lived close. I wasn't sure if he felt the same way at the time, but we sure did spend a lot of time together in comparison to any other girl he was friends with.

Anyways, he was staring away from me as the girl walked up to me. As they approached, I vaguely remembered that they were two of the many who had gone away on a sleepaway trip, at which I hadn't been present. The girl stepped really close to me and leaned down to eye level, and said distinctly with a smirk on her face, "I'm dating the guy you like." She spun around and marched away, my crush in tow. Unfortunately, that was a week before my flight back to Canada, which made for late night hours of resigning myself to the fact that it was probably for the best since I was leaving anyways.

I haven't seen the thus mentioned boy since, but he did join my Instagram livestream a while back and told me admiringly that I'd glowed up since we were twelve. I have to say, I agree with him.

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Only two stories! I know this one was short but i'll be back with more horror stories soon, maybe i'll include the good ones along with the bad next time.

Cheers!

- Charis