Stella the markatas,stella the markata.....they kept on chanting, dancing to my misery like it was a 90's rock music,but then again there was nothing I could do. I hated the name,I hated the fact the catchy name but,not as much as I hated her.
Jessica McLean,the meanest,most cruelest,most annoyingly beautiful bully in 12th grade. She would always find a way to humiliate me, no matter the day,time or situation. Back to the present, here I was ,with a banana stuffed on my mouth,my arms and legs are being held by a couple of guys who couldn't stop drooling over Jessica....gross, if you're going to hold me at least keep your disgusting saliva away from me!!! But alas my introverted self could never say that out loud. How did this happen????