Fed Up ((Closed))
Dec 10, 2009 12:24:51 GMT -5
Post by Brooke McAllister on Dec 10, 2009 12:24:51 GMT -5
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Brooke had had a little bit of a tough time coming back to school because while most of the comments had died down over break there were still some people who insisted upon making them. Sure, there were the people that had been pretty supportive of her and tried to make her feel better about the situation but there were still those people that decided that they were going to make comments at her each and every single time they could. There were a lot of perverts in the school she'd discovered and there would be times in some classes when she would catch the guys just staring at her chest - which really hadn't ever been a problem before since she hardly had the most to offer in that department but apparently once they saw some crappy picture they thought they could just stare as much as they wanted now. Which was just mostly uncomfortable. She tried to ignore everything as much as possible, trying to just not let it affect her at all and keep going on with things like it hadn't happened. She had more things to focus on anyway.
But now at lunch as she picked on her food she couldn't help but let her gaze wander over to the table that Teddy and his fiancee were sitting at. Gah. How had she not noticed that? It was so obvious looking at it now, watching the two of them. And they were just so happy with their perfect little lives, not caring at all how they'd messed with her own. Usually the thought made her feel a bit sad and annoyed. Today however she found herself genuinely getting upset over it. What the hell was wrong with them? How could they just sit there all happy with their lives after they'd messed with with her own in such a way? It was just too much to sit there and watch them be all happy. She hadn't talked to Teddy since the night she'd sent him the picture but right now she felt the need to go and give him a piece of her mind and before she could even think of what she was doing she stood up and made her way over to the table. When she reached it she stood there in silence for a minute, waiting for someone to turn their attention to her, because she wanted to make sure they heard every word.
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