Gucci Bag

And here we go, the coach is walking up to me and I know this can’t be good. He says to me, “Nadine, what on earth makes you think that you can cause a scene like this at a school event?” He keeps going, but I tune out. I then feel like now is time to finally explain to people why I do what I do. I reply, “I absolutely CANNOT stand people who buy their way into life. It only sets yourself up to be a failure, like me.” What I’m about to tell him next, I have never told anyone in my whole life. I feel butterflies in my stomach and my legs suddenly become weak. I shakily explain to him that growing up, I never had true friends because I grew up in a rich household. Because of this, I resorted to gossiping and digging into people’s business, which closed the door to potential friendships. I couldn’t be a trustworthy friend. Wow, I can’t believe that I just said that out loud, let alone to the head coach of our basketball team. It honestly feels like a big weight has lifted off my shoulders… I decide that it’s time to go home, as tonight was a roller coaster of emotions. I leave the school and start to walk home. When I’m about a block away, I hear a weird noise coming from the wooded area. I don’t really think anything of it and continue on my way home. All of a sudden, I hear footsteps getting closer and closer to me. I turn around and to my surprise, it’s Karen charging my way. I panic and start running as fast as I could, but my efforts are not enough. She hits me over the head with her brand new Gucci bag and, shit, whatever she had in there, knocked me out cold. I hit the cement, taking my last breaths, with Karen standing over me. I think, I would rather die right here right now, than to EVER have to look at that ugly ass haircut ever again. And I did. RIP me.