You and I used to be on the same softball team before high school. I always thought you were a stuck up snob, and that didn't change at all through high school. I would see you in the hallways and you'd be surrounded by people who you thought loved you. Just because your daddy is the principle at the ninth grade campus doesn't make you everyone's favorite. You're not one of my favorite people in this world either. I would have left high school thinking that you were at least alright but after the little stunt you pulled our senior year, that all changed.
We had Study Film as Literature together in our last trimester of high school. You sat in your corner with your best friend while I sat on one side of the room with my friends. We didn't talk to each other or glance at each other until the end of the trimester. Our teacher gave us a huge project to do that involved us picking a director to give a presentation on. There was a sign up list by the door and anyone could sign up for a director - even double up. We had to put the names of movie titles we knew of on the list to show how much we knew about that director already. After everyone picked a director, our teacher was going to go through and check for doubles. If there was a double she would find a way that was fair in order to choose a student to have that certain director. All was fair when going up there to show which director we all had in mind. I kept talking to my friends about how I really wanted to have Tim Burton as my director. I have seen a lot of his movies and he really was my ultimate favorite director.
When I went up to the sign up sheet I saw that you had signed up for him already. Next to his name was the movie, Alice in Wonderland. I put my name down right next to yours and wrote these titles down: Edward Scissorhands, Sweeney Todd, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Beetlejuice, and The Corpse Bride. Your friend, who was basically your follower, was behind me and saw that I had wrote my name down for the same director as you. She went to you and told you what I had done. I watched you get up from your seat and stormed over to the sign up sheet. I watched as you crossed off my name and all of the titles I had put down. You also wrote a bit more on it too. As you walked back you gave me a really dirty look. I was shocked and confused; why the hell would you do that? I mean, it was fair game for everyone. Our teacher had to pick between those who doubled up anyway. It was so rude.
After class I went up to our teacher and told her what happened. What you probably didn't know was I have known this teacher since I was nine years old. She used to be my neighbor. I had already had her twice before this class and she loved me as a person. When I told her what happened and showed her the sign up sheet she was surprised at what you did. I told her that I really didn't care who I got, but I just wanted to let her know what had happened. She said that she would handle it and I left the room.
The next day our teacher called us to her desk. We stood next to each other awkwardly and waited for what she had to say. She looked at you sternly and said that I would be doing my directors project on Tim Burton. I could feel you getting really angry next to me and I couldn't help but put a smile on my face. You tried to protest but our teacher wouldn't have it. I even heard you complain to her after I sat down. I'm pretty sure she asked you about the scribbling on the sign up sheet. My friends were so happy and relieved that I got Tim Burton as my director. You went to your desk and bitched to your follower about how unfair the world was. Oh boo hoo. You didn't get the director you wanted. I'm sorry, you can't get everything you want in life, Sweetheart. Just because your daddy works at the school, you're pretty, and popular doesn't mean a thing in this classroom.
I worked extra hard on my presentation for the next few weeks. When it was due, I went up to the front of the classroom and showed off my PowerPoint. Everything ran smoothly throughout my ten minute presentation. My video clip was from my favorite movie that he directed: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I went on and on about Tim Burton and gave a pretty great presentation if I do say so myself. When I was finished I looked at you and you looked pretty pissed off since you really wanted the director I had. My friends even told me that throughout the whole presentation, you looked super sour. That's pretty funny. You, jealous of me? That's crazy talk in your world, huh? This goes to show you that just because you're one of the major preps in this school, you can't always get what you want. Life sucks sometimes. Deal with it. Oh, and thanks again for crossing my name off; you probably helped me get Tim Burton.
Thanks a bunch for being so rude,
Samantha
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