Author: charlaalbardi

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.

I jump up from my seat, run down the stairs to the court, and pull the check out from my purse and waive it above my head. I notice that all eyes are on me while I explain the only reason Chuck is playing is because of the check his mom wrote out to the coach. I catch a glimpse of Chuck, and he oddly looks confused as if he isn’t in on this with his mom, which I don’t believe for a second. He then tells me that I’m going to regret ever opening my, in his words, “big fat mouth.” Blah blah blah, whatever, he doesn’t scare me. His mom, on the other hand, can’t trust anyone with that haircut. I see Karen in the stands, and she’s as pissed as you’re imagining, if not more… lol. A few seconds later, the two of them storm out of the gym, both red in the face. Once they leave, I notice how quiet it gets and how everyone is still staring at me… awkward. I don’t know what to do, so I do a pretend mic drop and that is the end of that. Or so I thought.

Now that I am on the booster club for the basketball team, I guess I should actually go to a game for once. I head to the gym, and I can already tell that the gymnasium is packed before even entering. I find a seat, relatively near a mom with the “Can I talk to your manager” hair cut. I’m thinking, this has GOT to be Karen. So, I slide down a few rows so I can eavesdrop on her conversation with another mom from the team. A minute before the game begins, the starting five hit the floor and to my surprise, this mom gets way too excited that her boy was chosen to start. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but as the game continued, I wondered why he was even still on the court. Chuck is not good, and I know there are other boys on the bench who are much better. Now, I’m getting a little more suspicious. There’s like five seconds left in this tied game, and guess who freaking scores the winning basket… Karen’s son, Chuck. I’m FUMING. The only reason that he’s even on the court is because of his mommy’s money. Looks like it’s finally exposing time.