So aside from my great taste in shows I think I have a problem.
My problem is about 5'2'' 100 some pounds and my ex-best friend, and I know that that spells drama but when that is the only language she speaks there isn't much I can do.
So let me break this down a little.
Me and this awesome chick where two lonely awkward teens just entering the hell known as high school and in choir together.
The director asked to say our names and one thing we like, she said MCR and seeing a golden chance I said MSI...okay not my brightest move.
And after a few weeks of stupid teen girl stuff she caught me singing Ghost of You...the rest is history.
We where thicker than thieves I mean we did everything together down to I cleaned her room once. I mean I thought we where separated at birth I called her Gerard and she called me Mikey (even though I'm older and to be honest the better singer).
We suffered high school together, I found a hell mate and she found a fellow outcast and we had a nice bad of killjoys running the halls under the cover of the popular and chic.
Life was a good as it could be for high school but of course as any good tragic tale is written it couldn't stay that way.
I should have known she was turning into a drone when I made a Way joke and she didn't laugh. I mean come on, 'Don't say no way, a life without them would be sad.' that is clever and I don't care who you are.
My Daria like humor no longer moved her to snickers.
....wait I am missing a chunk aren't I?
So the teen waste land of high school is filled to the brim with said teens sucking face which makes me want to vomit.
Well my dear bestie found a face to suck and at first it wasn't too bad, she altered herself a tad and he dumped her. I stuck by her and was shunned from our people when she wanted to get back with him, you know good pal etiquette but I guess when your number is up, its up.
She leaped from MCR geek to.....is there even a label for what she is? Hm, how about giant jerk hoebag extraordinaire. Yeah that sounds about right.
I mean she never wanted to hang out with me, I mean I'm not clingy but friends see friends. And when I did see her it was 'Oh my boyfriend this' 'Oh my boyfriend that' 'Oh my boyfriend screws so good' I wanted to vomit, its a good thing my years of horror movie watching paid off.
I mean...she doesn't even listen to MCR anymore. Her boyfriend doesn't like it...one I wanna stake him in chest and two one should never sell out for a teenage romance that doesn't work anyway.
I get called every name in the book by her and the worst is jealous. Am I jealous she has two parents, yeah. Am I jealous she has a grandmother from Britain, yeah. Am I jealous that she gets to go to New York every summer, you bet your a*s. But of her boyfriend? Ew. No. Her realtionship with her parents? No. Lifestyle? No. Clothes? No. Choice in pets? Really no.
The problem is that after being friends for three years and swearing on a stack of MCR CDs I would learn bass for our band and staying up late watching music videos and teasing each other in class I have to walk around and pretend I'm not bitter, that I'm not angry that my best friend is dead and she has new plastic friends while I hang on the fringes of high school while being the perfect scholar and role model.
College bound and stuck....
Always yours.
KobraGeekGirl.
SOMEONE SAVE US. HEAVEN HELP US NOW.
