Today I was hurt. Real bad. Cut real deep. Broken.
Bruised. Shaken.
You can guess what I'm going to say now. I wasn't
hurt physically. Emotionally, I was scarred.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to the small
community called Whyville two years ago. I had
none of this trouble then. I mean, some people
were your friends, and some people weren't. Those
that weren't your friends you probably never met
before. Again I ask this question: What happened?
Did some mutant explosion create hundreds of
people whose sole purpose in life is to destroy
the good time you're having? I jest here.
Nooo. As Whyville got bigger, inevitably we
got some not-so-nice people joining. People who
just didn't care if they hurt you. People who just
wanted to hurt.
Now today, I met up with three people (who shall
remain nameless). Just sitting there minding my
own business (I swear I was), I was verbally
abused. Very abused. Called names. Laughed at.
Joked about. Do you think that was fun for me?
Nope. Not a bit.
Instead of losing my temper with these people, I
decided to write this expose. I did tell them that
I didn't appreciate what they were saying to me,
but that was it.
So, to the people who teased me this unhappy day March
the 31st (Easter), I have this to say to you: I
hated what you said to me. It tore out my heart.
Have you learned your lesson yet? When will you?
an expose of the rise of MEANIES
by calikika
