Give me a bleeping break!

This is in Lynsey's words, people, and this should never have happened. Honestly, some freakin' people...


Hi!!! ^_^ I whish to tell you what happened to me on the 8th (Friday) I hope you can get through my headaching story

It stared as a normal day (the normal pushing, the normal shouting ext.). I was unlocking my locker when my mom came and gave me my calculator. (The calculator has a whole story itself but it not the point) That’s where my mom saw 2 boy fighting. One boy was shouting ‘I’m gonna to KILL you!!! I’m gonna knife you!!!’ then a small lady came broke them apart.
I didn’t notice this one bit at all. I get it was too normal or I was too depressed. Moving along.

In 3ed period I was called to the office. I did nothing wrong but I knew what it was for. (My mom phoned last night to report a bully in the school and they sad I was going to get a consoler and every thing was under control. But they did not inform my parents!! My mom had to phone or she (or me) would have no idea what was going on. And it took quite a bit to get the info out of them) So I when to the consoler’s office. The lady was Ms. Grows (funny name). And the lady (aaaaaaaaaaa…) she was sickinly sweet!!! (Ex. ‘so… how are you doing? How many pets do you have? How is this how that…) So I just when straight to business. I told her who was picking on me. ‘Oh, this is new. This has never happen…’ she said I said ‘No, this is not new to her. I’m just a new toy to her. I can tell by experience this before’ (which I have) ‘Oh… well… we’ll get this under control…’ it sounded like she memorized the book. (I might as well listened to a tape recording) So we started talking about my old school and I started to cry (I’m ashamed of crying)

I pulled myself together and went back to class at my own time (it was the middle 4th period now). As I was being told what to do and I broke down (I realy miss you guys). The teacher asked me if I wanted to go back to Ms. Grows. I sad ‘I’m fine!’ and slammed my hand on the table and walk out the door. But instead of going back to Ms. Grows I went outside to walk around the school (I was mad now).

After blowing off some steam I came back to yell at Ms Grows. Now this is the funny part. Just as I was going to through door Ms Grows was coming out to look for me (so me meet face to face). At the same time a poor guy wants outside while I’m blowing up yelling, crying at Ms Grows and Ms Grows is trying to get me inside. The guy finely gets my attention. I ask him ‘what?’ for he was mumbling something. ‘c-can… I ge…’ ‘yes, yes, yes’ waving hand for him to go

Poor guy (at lest I got a highlight of the day)

So I told Ms Grows ‘I want to go home’ I was too upset to go back to class. We went to her office to get a phone but the phone was ‘held up’ and we had to wait int’l one phone line was free. As I waited, Ms. Grows was rattling on and on about how thing are going to get fixed and the wonderful program they have (I think she wanted me to change my mind in phoning home). Right now I just had it so I told her: ‘You can stop talking now’ and I sad it very politely. So I basically told he to shut up and she can’t reprehend me. The only thing she cud do was burn her eyes into me in the dead silence. So she sent me the main office to use their phone (wonder why @_@)

So I finely got the phone. And told my mom to pick me up. Then the office lady she said to hand the phone over so they can tell my mom what happened (which they didn’t). So complained more to phone my mom again. Final I got my mom to come. I told her everything for she still had no idea what was going on.

So she decide to put me in another school. We got a tour of the school and the first thing I saw when we went into the school was 3 girls outside class (I think they were doing a group project). And they wear smiling and giggling and ask where we where going. And the school itself had such a warm feeling (almost like home). At the end of next week we will hopefully get accepted into the new school.

And I think this was a Roman Catholic school or something like that! Honestly, the kind of ****** people who write up the school counselour's programs! Sheesh! Now I think poor Lynsey is permenantly scarred from all guidance counselours!!!!

Some morons... pardon me while I spaz out....

Grr. Argh.