says. “I don’t know what ‘cactus’ means, though. Hang on.” He opens the I-Hate-Bella blog where there are new nasty comments about Bella and her friends.
“Goodness, I feel bad for them!” I say as I skim the horrible things other people are saying. “Who do you think does it?” I ask.
“Some people say it’s Timber’s ex-girlfriend Tessa. She moved to Jersey last year and lots of people think she does it from there. But I doubt it,” says Ari. “She doesn’t strike me as the vindictive type. Plus, how would she know what happens at BAPAHS, unless she has a spy?”
“Who then?” I ask.
“Beats me, but I’d like to shake the hand of whoever’s behind it.”
“That’s mean, Ari. Nobody deserves to be hated that much by other people.”
“God, Zephyr, you just don’t get it, do you? You shouldn’t feel sorry for them.”
“I know what it feels like to be picked on and hated for no reason, Ari! Every time my cousins and I walked into Ironweed, the people who lived there yelled hateful, stupid things at us. Sometimes the kids would throw rocks and sticks and we’d have to run away into the woods like scared little chipmunks because our parents wouldn’t let us fight back. It was awful.”
“I got called a faggot every day of junior high,” Ari says. “I know what it feels like. But I’m telling you, these girls bring it on themselves.” He types in a question:
—Anybody have the 411 on ‘cactus’ from Bella blog 2day?
Posted by: gothboi.
We wait for what seems like a full minute, although it was probably a lot quicker, then a message pops up:
—Cactus from Sept 15 BELLA / LadyBug exchange:
—Anybody in calculus?
Posted by: LadyBug
—F*ing wasteland.
Posted by: BELLA
—Sahara Dessert?
Posted by: LadyBug
—“Desert” you moron. Me and a bunch of cactus.
Posted by: BELLA
—Cactus! F*ing hilar. LOL
Posted by: LadyBug
Posted by: BellaHater
“Oh, now I get it,” says Ari. He thanks BellaHater, whoever that is, and clicks back onto Bella’s blog.
“I don’t understand any of this,” I admit, but then again, I can’t stop reading Bella’s entry either.
That yatchy nanc kissed A at the aud. Just give O’Donnell a b.j. already.
And OMG! What was that thing she wore? Looked like it was made out of a bedspread.
Below that, we read the comments:
—Fo’ real! C calls it muumuu.
Posted by: ZoEzOe
—LOL! A muumuu! FNO she’s MooMoo.
Posted by: BELLA
—TLC liked it better than Prada.
Posted by: CH3L-C
—C u’r a slag & MooMoo will fall flat on her fat ass. ELPH is mine. End-o-story.
Posted by: BELLA
When I’m done reading, my heart races and my palms are sweaty.
“Do you understand what they’re saying?” Ari asks me.
“They’re making fun of my tunic.”
“Yep and they’ve given you one of their illustrious nicknames. ‘FNO’—from now on—you will be known as ‘MooMoo’ to them.”
“They’re going to call me that?” I ask, horrified at the thought of walking through school while being lowed at like a cow.
“Not to your face,” Ari says. “Only behind your back, which is how they do everything.”
I skim the entry again, understanding it better this time. “And Bella thinks I’m no competition, right?” I ask.
“Right again.”
I’m furious. It’s the exact same feeling I used to get walking down the dusty street in Ironweed, trying to ignore the taunts hurled at us from erdlers in their cars. “Burn in Hell, Satan Worshipers!” “Go back to the commune!” “We don’t want your cult here!” So many times, my cousins and I planned the hexes we’d like to cast on those people, making their hair fall out in clumps, giving them all diarrhea for forty days, turning them into goats if our magic ever got strong enough. But our parents always told us no. That’s not what our magic’s for. It would be wasted on revenge. And we’d do ourselves harm in the end because if you cast spells
“Goodness, I feel bad for them!” I say as I skim the horrible things other people are saying. “Who do you think does it?” I ask.
“Some people say it’s Timber’s ex-girlfriend Tessa. She moved to Jersey last year and lots of people think she does it from there. But I doubt it,” says Ari. “She doesn’t strike me as the vindictive type. Plus, how would she know what happens at BAPAHS, unless she has a spy?”
“Who then?” I ask.
“Beats me, but I’d like to shake the hand of whoever’s behind it.”
“That’s mean, Ari. Nobody deserves to be hated that much by other people.”
“God, Zephyr, you just don’t get it, do you? You shouldn’t feel sorry for them.”
“I know what it feels like to be picked on and hated for no reason, Ari! Every time my cousins and I walked into Ironweed, the people who lived there yelled hateful, stupid things at us. Sometimes the kids would throw rocks and sticks and we’d have to run away into the woods like scared little chipmunks because our parents wouldn’t let us fight back. It was awful.”
“I got called a faggot every day of junior high,” Ari says. “I know what it feels like. But I’m telling you, these girls bring it on themselves.” He types in a question:
—Anybody have the 411 on ‘cactus’ from Bella blog 2day?
Posted by: gothboi.
We wait for what seems like a full minute, although it was probably a lot quicker, then a message pops up:
—Cactus from Sept 15 BELLA / LadyBug exchange:
—Anybody in calculus?
Posted by: LadyBug
—F*ing wasteland.
Posted by: BELLA
—Sahara Dessert?
Posted by: LadyBug
—“Desert” you moron. Me and a bunch of cactus.
Posted by: BELLA
—Cactus! F*ing hilar. LOL
Posted by: LadyBug
Posted by: BellaHater
“Oh, now I get it,” says Ari. He thanks BellaHater, whoever that is, and clicks back onto Bella’s blog.
“I don’t understand any of this,” I admit, but then again, I can’t stop reading Bella’s entry either.
That yatchy nanc kissed A at the aud. Just give O’Donnell a b.j. already.
And OMG! What was that thing she wore? Looked like it was made out of a bedspread.
Below that, we read the comments:
—Fo’ real! C calls it muumuu.
Posted by: ZoEzOe
—LOL! A muumuu! FNO she’s MooMoo.
Posted by: BELLA
—TLC liked it better than Prada.
Posted by: CH3L-C
—C u’r a slag & MooMoo will fall flat on her fat ass. ELPH is mine. End-o-story.
Posted by: BELLA
When I’m done reading, my heart races and my palms are sweaty.
“Do you understand what they’re saying?” Ari asks me.
“They’re making fun of my tunic.”
“Yep and they’ve given you one of their illustrious nicknames. ‘FNO’—from now on—you will be known as ‘MooMoo’ to them.”
“They’re going to call me that?” I ask, horrified at the thought of walking through school while being lowed at like a cow.
“Not to your face,” Ari says. “Only behind your back, which is how they do everything.”
I skim the entry again, understanding it better this time. “And Bella thinks I’m no competition, right?” I ask.
“Right again.”
I’m furious. It’s the exact same feeling I used to get walking down the dusty street in Ironweed, trying to ignore the taunts hurled at us from erdlers in their cars. “Burn in Hell, Satan Worshipers!” “Go back to the commune!” “We don’t want your cult here!” So many times, my cousins and I planned the hexes we’d like to cast on those people, making their hair fall out in clumps, giving them all diarrhea for forty days, turning them into goats if our magic ever got strong enough. But our parents always told us no. That’s not what our magic’s for. It would be wasted on revenge. And we’d do ourselves harm in the end because if you cast spells
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