Be me

>Be me
> Be 12 y/o girl
>7th grade
> excused from gym class
>assigned to help teachers grade and file papers while other kids are at gym
>Pretty cool, teachers go off somewhere me and the others who do this by ourselves
>When there aren’t papers to grade, listen to radio, talk to each other
>DJ is one of the kids who does this
>Tall, pasty white, big head, nasally voice, obviously gay but denies it
>tells people he is a wizard or some crap
>No friends
>says he wants to be my friend, feel sorry for him and agree
>asks to sit next to me in science class, let him
>people think we are dating, I assure them I’m just trying to be friendly
>Within a week, DJ starts to bully me for no reason
>Thinks it’s funny to make fun of me to the other kids in class
>I’m not having it
>one day he won’t shut up about how much he likes The Spice Girls
>I’m sure that tidbit of information tells you how long ago this happened
>I say The Spice Girls are lame
>He tells me he’s going to tell his sister I said this
>comes to school the next day, says he told his sister I didn’t like the Spice Girls
>says she told him she’s going to put a curse on me
>I take it lightly, say to tell her I’m sorry nonetheless
>don’t want to upset anyone
>next day
>he comes back and says “she said the time for apologies is past and she is going to put a curse on you so all your hair falls out”
>Keep in mind – never met his sister, don’t even know her name of if she really exists
>tell him they are both taking this way too seriously
>he claims he has been walking behind me, collecting my hair for a voodoo doll
>next day says doll is complete
>she was going to set it on fire and I would die

Should I keep going?

finish the story you moron

>apoLOGies

>get upset, go home, tell mom
>dad comes home, too upset to tell him so mom does
>dad is pissed
>dad knows where DJ lives
>dad drives to DJ’s house
>doesn’t knock, just walks in
>mfw my former Marine dad yells at this kid for threatening to kill me with a voodoo doll
>dad tells him to stay away from me and never talk to me again
>dad leaves without saying a word DJ’s parents
>drives home, tells me in a calm voice DJ won’t be bothering me anymore but not the rest of the details
>a few hours later
>police call house, ask to speak to my dad
>dad explains the kid had threatened me via his sister or something and all he did was go there and tell him to stop
>DJ’s mom upset
>police give dad DJ’s home number and asks him to call the mom to explain what was going on
>turns out
>not only did the sister have nothing at all to do with this, she didn’t know who I was or anything about the situation
>mom also doesn’t know DJ is threatening kids, saying he is doing spells on them and stuff
>DJ in huge amount of trouble, never speaks to me again
Even though he stopped talking to me, I still went the rest of middle and high school with him and there is plenty more to tell about what he did…

then go on

Where is this point of this story?

I kinda feel bad for him... He suffers from 8-year old syndrome probably... The more he stays alone more he is going to submit his ego to his delusions... Somebody help him...

Set his house on fire, call the 5-0 then blame him for it.

>8th grade
>DJ in charge of putting together some kind of ancient civilizations project for all the 8th grade classes
>teachers all think he’s smart, agree that he’s the best person to handle it
>lol
>fakes his way through most of it, doesn’t know anything other than what we were taught
>says his aunt is an archaeologist, that he visits her every year and helps with her excavations
>this is completely made up as he lives by me and I see him out on the street all summer long
>I don’t need to tell anyone this because everyone knows he’s lying
>we all laugh behind his back
>says he has an Egyptian girlfriend, that her name is Ruby
>tells the kids (but not the teachers) that she is pregnant with his kid
>DJ gets mad at the kids who laugh at him, say he will put the “curse of 1,000 screams” on them, that the spell is seven pages written in another language but he has it memorized
> nothing happens because he’s a lying sack of crap
>at graduation he is given a special award for his work on the ancient civilizations stuff
>no on in class claps, it’s noticeably silent when he goes to claim his award
>does a little curtsy before accepting
>we all are glad to be rid of him but he goes to high school with most of us
It only goes downhill from here…

>Be me
> Be girl

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>Years pass
>One day in senior year of high school, I develop a bald spot
>Don't think anything of it
>Over just one week it goes from nickel-sized to quarter-sized
>Stays that way for another year
>Cover it up with hats and hair accessories
>Freshman year of college
>In a period of about two hours, all of my hair falls out at once
>Suddenly the memory of DJ's stupid threats comes back to me
>Don't tell anyone
>DJ isn't in college (go figure) but I know it's him
>Wear a wig from then til now
>Fast-forward to today
>Get this sudden heat flash
>Not sure if it's related but it felt so unnatural
Am I going to die?

>still in 8th grade
>get a new kid name Sabastian
>he and DJ have to sit together, become best friends
>go on class field trip
>afterward, we are taken to a little strip of restaurants – a McDonalds, a Taco Bell and a Wendy’s
>teachers say they don’t care where we eat, just stay in one of those restaurants
>time to get back on the bus
>two kids not there for head count
>guess who?
>DJ and Sabastian
>teachers ask if anyone has seen them
>one kid says she saw them walk over to the bowling alley
>teacher goes in
>word was she caught them in the bathroom together
>both are crying as they approach two busses of laughing teenagers
>neither will speak of what happened
>Sabastian leaves school soon after
A few years later, in Humanities class…

its just a disease you idiot, go to a doctor

Get your body checked... Possibly cancer... Or leukemia... But hurry up...

Bump for gay wizard love

>be in 9th grade
>DJ gets African trap girlfriend with 9 inch average cock.
>she is 6"3'

Why did I even bother?

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>12th grade
>the worst of it culminated into one year
>his BS has reached mythic proportions
>his ego is now the size of his massive head
>convinces humanities teacher he is a genius
>still talking about his aunt who is an archaeologist
>still telling everyone he has a pregnant girlfriend in Egypt
>only now, her name is Pearl
>she’s still 13 though for some reason
>people ask him if he has a car
>he says he has one made of solid iron that could destroy anyone else’s car but he can’t drive it to school because it’s at his dad’s house in another state
>won’t shut up about how much he loves Neitchze
>teacher loves him even more for that
>gives him “special assignment” of pretending to be Gilgamesh for an entire class period, says he can “rule his kingdom” while he talks to the rest of the class
>he calls some of the kids his slaves
>kid gets mad
>DJ leans over while laughing
>kid says he can’t believe the weight from his massive head didn’t cause him to fall
>kid sent to principles office but DJ not in trouble for referring to people as his slaves
>weeks later, get assigned religion project
>class has to get in groups of four and pick a religion to study, then do presentation about it
>DJ says he doesn’t need to be in a group, that he’ll do his alone and he picked Wicca
>my friends and I had lunch right before Humanities class so we would have lunch in the hall outside the door. This was great because it was quiet and we didn’t have to sit in the loud cafeteria. Teacher opens the door to the class and we walk in
>only it’s not the teacher
>it’s DJ. He’s been allowed the entire lunch period to set up his stuff for his Wicca presentation

>just by looking at the stuff he’s brought in, it’s obvious he doesn’t know anything about Wicca or Paganism AT ALL
>he’s wearing a cape
>none of us can believe what we are seeing
>he laid a special table cloth over the table and has tons of stuff on it
>he has an athame (knife) and lit incense, stuff you’re not allowed to have at school but the teacher says nothing
>he makes up the presentation, none of it making any sense
>the teacher lets him talk the entire time, no other people get to present that day
>everyone is pissed
And lastly…prom and the aftermath

Hurry up op

>Prom night
>not all but most of the senior class is there
>DJ and his date arrive fashionably late
>oh no
>his date not only isn’t from our school, she’s obviously about 30 and looks super angry
>he doesn’t have any friends so no one really talks to him, everyone just stares
>anyone who walks up to him asks to be introduced and the girl keeps walking away
>it’s all anyone talks about for a while
>his date is walking away from him super fast, ignoring him any time he tries to talk to her
>a few weeks later
>graduation
>never see DJ again
>until…
>13 years later, looking around at a metaphysical shop
>browsing the books
>suddenly I hear a familiar nasally voice say,
>And I’ll just go ahead and wrap all your pretties up for you!”
>turn slowly, in horror
>it’s DJ, working at the front desk, selling crystals to someone
>the horror
>leave
The end!

Well, the wait surely was not worth it.

DJ sounds like an awesome guy and you should have sucked his metaphysical wand, OP. Missed opportunity. And you're 32 and sour about it now.

I see through your bullshit. Go back and buy a crystal then let him pound you.

...

How's being 14 treating you?

>kid says he can’t believe the weight from his massive head didn’t cause him to fall

My sides

Mildly entertaining story.

What i dont underatand was about his prom date, was she an escort? Usually they're very friendly and professional. Or she could have been someone he paid 15 dollars to for an hour

It was his mother.