There’s something wrong with me or with the world. It’s amazing how sometimes I atract all bad things.
Today was one of the days I am really stressed. For many reasons. First: EVERYONE decided to step on my foot and it was very irritating. Second: Some boys were messing up my hair and I hate that. Third: We had class meeting, which means: CHAOS. Fourth: Everyone kept interrupting me when I was trying to talk.
I guess that’s it…
Well, my day was going normally. I went with Eric to the band room, because he had band practice. Then, I went outside to sit and talk with Gonzalo and Bia. While we are talking I feel something sting my hand. When I look I see a small bastard (sorry for the language) bee sitting on my palm. Putting her thing on my hand. Thing because I don’t know the name of it. But you get it right? That pointy thing that stings people, that comes from her butt. I screamed when I felt something on my hand. I screamed again when I saw the bee. I wiped her off and then the pointy thing was half in my hand and half outside. I was screaming so much and jumping everywhere that I accidentally pushed it more towards the inside then after I took it of. It was amazing how that thing hurts! I was never “attacked” by a bee before and it hurts like hell! I started saying: Ouch, ouch, OUCH, OUCHHHH!! I bent forward and was almost lying on the ground. It was a pain a never had before. It was all over my hand. And there was nothing I could do that would make it feel better. After all the drama I was walking towards the water fountain to wash my hand. It was red and there was a white kind of ball where the bee had stung. I could feel my heart beat on my hand. Now, I ask myself: Why did she choose me? I didn’t do anything to her! Never did! So, why me? Did she just want to inflict pain on a girl who was just sitting there and talking? And I heard that bees die after they sting someone. So, why would she “commit suicide” just to make ME feel more pain and I’m innocent! All my life I had a “peaceful” relationship with bees. They would live their life and I would live mine. But today she attacked me. And war is declared. From now on I hate bees and hope they all die! Because they are vacant, useless insects. The only thing they do is honey, which I hate. So, again: USELESS. And just to make it clear, it wasn’t me who started it, she did. She’s the one who decided to come and attack me, the innocent one. BEE=Guilty. ME=Innocent. Get it?
The worst thing about this is that: BEE MOVIE just came out. At first, I thought it was cute and that bees were innocent and all fragile. WRONG! They are bad! Mean! And that film was probably made just to try to manipulate our minds and accept the bees in our society. But that won’t happen! Because they always find a way to get them on the guilty side. Or they fly after small kids with that irritating buzz. Or they just sting people around the campus.
As I said before: Bees are bad a they should and will be punished for what they do.
Okay, this post was pretty crazy. Just pretend I’m someone normal. 
