When I was in elementary school I was the little chubby girl that was always... & I mean always in 6th place when it came to those damn track and field days you had to go to. (Let me warn you, there were 6 people competing the a race) Even if it was only the 100 meter! & you would be pointed and laughed at then your teacher would tell you "Oh good job, Mariah!" Seriously?! I know I can't run for the life of me, don't try to make me feel better! (Okay well..I guess their words did help a little.) Then I would go wallow in my own self pity on the bleaches, eating the yummy lunch Grandma use to always pack for me and pray that someone would do worse than I did, which never happened.
ANYWHO....
The game of tag will always haunt me..along with 7th grade and wearing my pants too high...but we'll save that story for a better day.
Tag was always a game known as "Let's pick on Mariah game, because we know she can't keep up with us and she will end up losing anyway."
What Jerk Offs.
I hate that game.
& Monopoly.
You weren't that chubby, more small than anything. Like a mouse. A cute mouse. And I could've sworn I did worse sometimes... lol.
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