I'm not sure I like this blog series. It's very negative, and I don't have that many negative things in my life. There isn't anyone I can think of that has treated me like shit, or made my life hell. Yes, things have happened, but everyone has apologized or made up for them. So I have no one, again, to write about.
Wait, yes I do.
When I was 7 or 8, my grandma gave me an old pair of her roller skates. I loved them. I wheeled around town in them, and I especially loved going to the "big park" and rolling around the gazebo in them.
One afternoon, one of the neighborhood girls came over and asked if she could borrow my roller skates to roll around in the gazebo. I was hesitant, but she said I could even go to the park with her and watch her so I knew she would give them back. So I said yes, and told her I would come to the park later.
A little while later, I went to the park, and she was there with some of our other friends. Everyone ignored me, but I was just as clueless then as I am now, so I just sat there and watched my friends skate around. When they were done, they all took their skates off and headed for home. I chased after them.
"Aggie, Aggie, can I have my skates back?" I yelled.
She stopped, turned around and looked at me. "What are you talking about?" she asked, snottily. "These are my skates."
My heart stopped. She kept going with my skates. That bitch.
About a week later, I manipulated my friends and got my skates back. But seriously? Bitch took my skates!!
We made up at some point. She is much nicer, now.