TammyāsĀ Tragic Ending
The first āfriendā Iām ready to throw under the bus is a girl Iām going to name Tammy. You see Tammy and I first met in the first grade gifted class of my elementary school. But because my teacher was not only unqualified for her position, but also just didnāt give a fuck about first graders, I was pulled out of the class and didnāt return to gifted classes until third grade when there was a new teacher and everything would be more beneficial for my education.
That being said, third grade was also the time when I started speech therapy because I was basically one of those kids who thought /r/ was pronounced like /w/ and it was at the stage where it wasnāt cute or sociably acceptable anymore. So because of that I was pull out of class like twice a week, and I was honestly being made fun when it came to the way I said different things. Looking back at it now, kids are mean.
So Tammy and I didnāt begin to acknowledge each otherās existence until about fourth or fifth grade. At this point I still had an issue with getting to the bathroom in time; I remember just barley making it there in time and hearing āOh My Gosh! I canāt believe she peed her pants. Sheās such a baby.ā Thatās right, Iām not including my name in this shit, fucking deal with it. My heart sank and I knew it was Tammy saying it. I did not want to leave the bathroom, even if I knew I didnāt do what she said I did, I didnāt want to face the beady eyes of my classmates as they laughed and pointed fingers at me. My teacher had to come get me from the bathroom. Do you think Tammy got in trouble? HELL TO THE FUCKING NO!
The rest of elementary she was the typical bully, but she played it off so she could never get in trouble. She wouldnāt say things out loud, she would say them to one of her friends, they would laugh and look directly at me. It wouldnāt be that I got picked last in a team sport, because we never really played those in elementary, but it would be in a game of box ball; I would finally get to be in a spot from waiting in the terribly long line and instead of counting us down to start like she usually would she would start with a snake eye directed at me or a cherry bomb. (For those of you not familiar with box ball lingo, snake eye is when you look at one person but hit the back towards someone else and cherry bomb is when you bounce the ball as hard as you can.)
Iām sure you all are expecting that things got better because we went to two different middle schools. Youād be wrong. We were in the same exact middle school with, more or less, the same exact classes. Fuck. My. Life. But it doesnāt end there, somewhere along the way it was revealed to me that she was only mean to me when we were younger because I was mean to her. I WAS MEAN TO HER. Because ignoring her so that I wanāt constantly made fun of was being MEAN TO HER! We both said sorry, not like it meant anything and then buried the hatchet. And let me tell you that lasted for all of one summer because do you think that we went to two separate high schools? NOPE!
As a teenage girl there is a lot more thing you can be made fun of, expecially period accidents, and Tammy made sure to call mine out to whatever lunch table we sat at. And mind you I was only sitting with her because I thought we were friends. I THOUGHT WE BURIED THE HATCHET TAMMY. Long story short, we never buried the hatchet, she just wanted my to let my guard down, she wanted an in so she could call me a friend. Why you may ask, Iāll tell you why.
Tammy liked to use people. Now Iām not someone who is worth using to get anywhere, but I was that girl you graduated with, who baked for no reason other than because she wanted to. And Tammy liked to eat food, so when I made something Tammy was nice to me so that in return I would share with her. Tammy didnāt think I would catch on, but I caught on. By senior year Tammy and I only had four classes together which meant there was enough time for me to get rid of the sweets and be left with an empty container by the time I saw Tammy.
I remember I made cookie dough cupcakes, filled with cookie dough and topped with a cookie dough icing one day, (why? because Pinterest said it would be a good idea) and by the time I finally had a class with Tammy her EXACT word to me were āI heard you baked cupcakes, whereās mine?ā Like Iām sorry but you were just talking shit about me LITERALLY behind my back two years ago and now you want a cupcake? Kiss My Ass.
We graduated and THANKFULLY I havenāt seen or spoken to Tammy since then. And honestly, I think the worldās a better place because of it. Tammy, I donāt know or really care where you are right now, but I just wanted to tell you that I hope you rot in hell bitch.
tl;dr: Tammy is a bitch and honestly she was popular and more liked because of it.
