Rant - Feel free to ignore

So I really need to rant right now or I’m gonna die, so if you’re not a fan of rants just ignore this and don’t bother reading.

Okay, so it’s really hard to type right now since I’m shaking and crying and spitting everywhere from drool, but I have to do this and get my feelings out. So firstly this girl at school is compeltely bonkers and tries to make everyone feel bad, she jokes about peole and stuff. She jokes on my heit, yadda yadda, and it never really bothered me. Then she stated cussing and picking on my friends and we got into a shouting fight which ended in my reatest enemy asking if we were friends. SERIOSLY?! is she REALLY gonna ask that?! Not to mention they kept complaining about teachers I loved, which was a bit annoying. Some things also involved how kinny I was, and "are you anorixic?" Just because a slice of pizza makes me full. I have a tiny tummy, okay?! It can't hold wo boxes of pizza like you, Miss I'm-not-fat. Yah sure.

Then I was in gym, and we were playing knock the cones. My teeam had one more cone to knock over, and I got on all fours to knock it over when this girl comes running to tag me and she flips over me so she has a bad leg and my back and shoulder are KILLING me. We both went to the nurse, and I really felt like screaming then but I didn't. The very next day everyone is asking her if she's okay because they can NOTICE her limp, but me? No one cares I'm going sparkly eye trying to lay down on the lunchtable becnh so my back doesn't hurt. Then the "mean girl"'s friend shoves me over in the hallway and I scream so loud teachers ask if I've broken my head. Well it definently felt like it, just my back instead. A matter of fact, both my backa nd shoulder hurt right now. I can't lift my right arm completely straight up like before.

So I made the highest score on Terra Nova (like the American S.A.T.), a 98. YET, kids who made 93's and 91's were getting a "special stuffs yaddayadda" and I'm like WHAT THE FRIGGEN RIPRED?! They're like "Your GPA isn't good enough blahblahblah"

Today in art, when my teacher noticed the girl who flipped over me wasn't there, I told him about the accident. He said "Oh, well i hope her leg gets better," - actually INTERUPTING ME TWICE when I told him I was hurt too. So he takes us downstairs to the art show to lean up after everyone, and he has me peel pictures off posters. Sound easy? Not when I have to do it on the floor. He called me lazy, effortless, not worthy of a good grade, and just made me feel like throwing a paintbrush at him. When I finished he went on and on about how I get 0 for effort and how slow I was, I had finished 1 when other people had finished 3, 4, 5. MY BACK WAS HURTING YOU FOOL!!!! So even after I told him again he was all like "no excuses" and had me pick tiny pieces of paper off the floor. That requires more ending and turning and scootching than pealing does. I actually squeaked. SQUEAKED. Well, i squeak a lot when I'm hurting but it was a loud dying-mouse sqeak. He just has me carry some boards upstairs for him.

So I get on and I accidently upset Frosty, which made me upset. Not to mention I'm worried about Axel, even though his friend says it's only "like" I still worry about him, and how he's feeling. Then, a few minutes ago, I did start crying, very hard. It was the SMALLEST thing, but it was like adding a drop of water to a pot already filled to the brim and almost spilling. I finished my current wip, go to claim the fc, and see someone else reserved her. WHAT THE FRIGGEN RIPRED?! I reserved Bell Thorne.... i just KNOW I did! I'm certain because I was so excited to have gotten her! I was like "Yay, she's so pretty and my first truly famous fc!" So when I saw "Eerily" had reserved her I just BURST. I'm tired of stupid luck and this hurting and all my illness and it's just so ANNOYING STUPID USELESS UGHHHHHH i want to scream sometimes and if I could I would right this second. Ithink maybe I will, and I don't care if it scares my parents or if Gabri and Liam wake up. I just DONT CARE. One of my best friends has my glasses, so I couldn't read the board, and t's so frusterating. I have my gym exam tommorow and I don't think i can do it. I don't think myart exam will be accomplishable either.

Plus I used to be that depressed kid everyone thought was emo. YOU KNOW THE SAD PART? I was, sorta. I cut and i liked it. Who cares?! I don't like talking about it, but right now I just feel like telling everything.

Did you know I didn't give out my real name because I hate it and my parents told me it wasn't safe? WELL GUESS WHAT? My name happens to be Eilonwy Viné, Sarella is my middle name and Braschi is my mom's maiden name. I was named after a Disney character. And you know what my dad uses as an excuse? "A smart, pretty, brave Disney character." Well the movie was a flop in the box office. Did you know I've got insomnia?

There are so many more things to rant about but I'm just gonna close this and go to sleep. I want lots and lots of sleep, and maybe sleep through tommorw and the next day and the weekend. Anyways, lying down makes my back fele slightly les painful.