I called my parents today. Business as usual, it was. Did I send off the letter, how am I doing in biology… then we segue into:
“Hey, Andy… we got some phone calls this weekend. Crank phone calls.”
A bunch of drunken teenagers repeatedly called my parents in the early hours of the morning and talked about their “fucking cuntsucking dyke daughter.”
I know who did this. I went to high school with these girls. They are the ones who spread vicious rumors about quietgirl and I. The ones who threw things at me, spat on my bookbag, called me names that aren’t worth repeating.
The day that I graduated I promised myself I’d never look back. I’m never going to delude myself about high school. I graduated knowing full well that I’d never keep in touch with more people than I can count on one hand and being absolutely happy about that.
I left there with a worthless piece of paper, a love who is the best thing in my life, a best friend above all others, and a small handfull of people I hold dear. That is all. I don’t want anything more from that cave. Quietgirl will graduate in June, and I will not look back again.
Get out of my life, you vapid bitches. Stay away from my family, my girlfriend, the things I hold dear. I have no place for you any more.