Verbally Expressed by TLP (The Child) - Typed by TLP's Mom
February 3, 2008
I’m glad that I don’t go to school anymore. The kids at the high school were so mean and they walked around swearing all the time, and asking me if I was EMO. I didn’t even know what EMO was. When I asked some kids what EMO was, they said it’s none of your F-ing business. There was this one kid who acted tough all the time and pushed me around. Then there was this kid named E that was really mean. E always acted tough and talked people down. He likes to win all the time in his arguments. One time he pushed me. He was never nice and he was unpredictable in his anger.
Then there was C who wore black nail polish. He was a nice person but he had to wear black to hang around with his girlfriend. He had his hair hanging down over his eyes and he had black eyeliner and black clothes. He told me that he buys all of his black clothes from Spencer’s and he said I should go there. I didn’t because I would look weird with a gothic look and my mom doesn’t let me go to Spencer’s anyway. Besides, I think it’s just weird and dumb that people dress like that and it’s just not me.
Then there was this kid named S who kicked me. He sat in my chair and said, “What are YOU going to do about it?” Then he kicked my backpack and called me a freak. Then there was E who was always standing around talking on his cell phone. I was afraid of him because he told me that he was going to take me outside and beat the crap out of me. He was a jerk. All he did was walk around treating people disrespectfully. He asked me if I had any friends. Then he said, “I bet your friends are all retarded. I bet that you yourself are retarded.” That’s just E. He’s always that way.
I don’t know why people have to be so mean. I guess they just choose to be mean. Maybe they just think they’ll have more friends if they are mean to people. Maybe you have to be mean to be EMO.