8:75) Red 20-JAN-98 16:55

I was told I was too bitchy today. So I'm sitting here, trying to figure out just exactly what I said or did that made me "a big bad bitch"....I spoke to loudly, I guess...and I answered when he asked "What's wrong?"..didn't realize that he didn't REALLY want an answer....but then why bother asking the question? I'm a whiner, he tells me on the bus, without looking into my eyes. He can never meet my stare, which annoys me, but I never said so before because I didn't want to seem "bitchy"...thinking of all the times I held my tongue, just so he wouldn't think I was complaining...thinking of how I tried to conform to him...become what he wanted me to become... He's complains that I am not nice enough to him. I took his coke at lunch and wouldn't let him have any..he never said "please"..he just grabbed, as usual, only this time, it was the coke bottle he was after, not my ass.

But I'm not his slave, not his whore now. I won't give him the coke, and scratch him to the point of drawing blood when he tries to take the bottle from me. "Fuck off! It's mine!" We sound like preschoolers in the middle of the cafeteria.

He claims that I am immature....I'm not nice to him....I'm a bitch. Course...I'm 15 and I smile broadly as I think, "I could land his ass in jail if he's not careful."...I'm a bitch

(: RED :)