Her eyes were full of tears when January looked at me today and asked me “Am I a bad person?”
Day after day, January is tormented and tortured by the people around her, simply because she isn’t very bright, she tends to pick fights with vicious preppy kids, and because she dates boys that could be considered scummers.
(Scummer [noun]: a person who usually does drugs such as marijuana, and has frequent, careless intercourse with other scummers when they are not dating, or have just started dating. Scummers can be classified as dressing like they are trying to be “gangster” in males, and usually very sloppily or revealing with females.) Just thought I’d add a definition.
Anyway, January started gaining a reputation last year when these types of boys went after her, and she agreed to do whatever they asked her to do to/with them. Word spreads fast in a small school where everyone loves to gossip, so everyone knew when she lost her virginity to a scummer, and everyone knew about her pregnancy scare. On top of being considered a slut, January also gained the attention of the popular, jocky, preppy kids, who absolutely love to torment. To this day, they make fun of her intelligence, her clothing, the fact that she’s dating a colored guy (who is not in any way a scummer), and even her Facebook statuses. I know that it sounds ridiculous, but that’s the definition of immaturity at it’s finest.
She came to me today while I was in the bathroom at school, telling me that she wanted to talk to me. She told me about all of the horrible things that people had been saying to her today, tears nearly streaming down her face. Desperate to know why people do this to her, she asked me that question. “Am I a bad person?”
January is the opposite of a bad person. She is caring, upbeat, funny, and sweet. She is girly and pretty, and always wears clothing that makes her happy, whether it be floor-length dresses or sky-high black wedge shoes. She acts like she can care less what people think of her, but behind that smile is a girl who is depressed, sometimes suicidal. When she’s with her close friends, like Yuuki and I, she breaks down. I hate to see her upset, and I hate to see people tormenting her. It makes me smile to see her boyfriend hold her hand in the hallway, oblivious to the judgmental glares of everyone around him.
January, please remember that the people who are bringing you down today will be the people who are going nowhere tomorrow. Never conform to what they think you should be, and never let those words get to you, because they’re just words, coming from the mouths of people who will never matter. Never change. <3
I remember when I was a freshman (currently a junior) and some guys spread the rumor that I was a lesbian. Just because I was too much into hugging and being touchy-feely with my girl friends and stuff. At that time, I didn't care. I even said something that could be considered me announcing I really am a lesbian. Oh, don't judge me so fast, I dont have anything against lesbians, I'm just saying that they were spreading false rumors about me. And so, I didn't care. Until I realized, just a few weeks ago, that I really did care. Because the people who started it, I will never forget the looks on their faces while saying it, or the tone in their voice. These people, even though I hang out more or less with some of them while some others are being considered as really good kids by teachers I respect a lot, I will never forgive them. Because their eyes, their voices, their actions, have left a scar. And it is a scar that makes me weak whenever I think about it. People should be aware of their actions. Tell January that these people, when they get more mature and realize their foolishness, they are going to be too ashamed to even bring it up or look at her in the eye. They will pretend to forget it, but that's just pride. And those who don't, well, I pity them.
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