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Pet Peeve

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Well I guess you could say I don’t understand people whatsoever, and I probably never will. My number one pet peeve is people being rude to other people. To me, unkindness is just plain ridiculous. When i moved to heber schools and i was the “new girl”, everyone loved me. I was friends with the cool kids and the not so cool kids too.After everyone got used to me and i waasnt so “new” i noticed people werent being as friendly to me. I had one kid come up with a rap about how i was ugly, fat and had huge buck teeth. I had a group of girls exclude me from every party, sleepover and game they played. I was scared to play sports for years and when i finally did, the coaches never put me in or helped me just because their daughters didn’t

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