Chapter 11. Hit a Nerve
Hit a Nerve
Life was good for many years
I had no worries, stress or fears
My eighteenth birthday was such fun
I received expensive gifts from everyone
Perfume, jewellery designer suits
Manicures, Pedicures and leather boots
Leather handbags, bottles of champagne
Solid gold earrings, an expensive gold chain
Aunty Rita made me a birthday cake
She loved to cook, she loved to bake
She also booked me a limousine
I felt as though I was a queen
I felt like a queen minus the crown
I looked my friends up and down
I thought I was so much better than them
And that’s where my snobbery started to stem
I always used to have lots of money
Mock my friends, I thought it was funny
Louise, Helen and AnnMarie
Had much less than me
Louise was talking to her friend
She was upfront, she didn’t pretend
I think I might have hit a nerve
Because I overheard something I didn’t deserve”
“She thinks that she is gorgeous, thinks that she is pretty
She thinks that she is funny; she thinks that she is witty
She thinks she is a beauty queen
She thinks she’s God, she thinks she’s supreme
But she is nothing but a spoilt little cow
I tell you this and I tell you this now
She is nothing but a gold digger
Each day her greed gets bigger and bigger
How dare she compare me?
And how dare she compare thee
She walks around with her head stuck up her bum
Just because she has a fairly rich mum
She thinks she is better than all of us
At her I would like to scream and cuss
I hate the way she styles her hair
I hate the way she holds her nose up in the air
She is nothing but a tart
I tell you something, she had better not start
I would love to slap her face
I would love to shove her all over the place
I would love to slap her sore
She thinks she is rich and we are poor
Well poor her, I am telling you now
She is nothing but a spoilt cow
AnnMarie only pretends to like her
To lose Betty’s friendship, she would prefer
If Betty wasn’t my so called friend
I would get her arm and her arm I would bend
I would bend it right in half
She would cry, she wouldn’t laugh
How dare she have the nerve to mock me?
I will get her back, just wait and see
I am going to wait until late at night
And jump out on her and give her a fright
Then I am going to break her arm
I am going to cause her such harm
Then I am going to jump on her head
I’m not going to stop until she is dead
I hate the way she looks down on me
I’m going to kick her in the eye, until she can’t see
And then upon her head I will pound
I will make sure she never gets off the ground
I’m sorry girls; I know she’s meant to be our friend
But her boasting drives me around the bend
I’m sorry girls; I shouldn’t have said all that
But she is nothing but a dirty alley cat
I’m sorry girls if I sounded snotty
But her soul is so murky and grotty
Come on girls before I pretend to blub
Who is coming with me to the pub?”
“Well I couldn’t believe what I had just heard
How stupid, how silly, how dumb, how absurd
They were just bitches, it was plain to see
None of it was true, it was just jealousy
They were so petty and pathetic
Their jibes and cruelty just made me sick
They were just jealous because my life was perfect
So until they apologised, their friendship I would neglect
What they said had obviously hurt
How dare Louise talk about me as if I were dirt!
So I tossed my head back and walked back home
My friendship… they had just blown
Well of course I was very upset
How mean can anyone get?
Those things they had said about me were not true
They were just bitches through and through
At least I could turn to my mum
Make her feel sorry for me by sucking my thumb
If I fluttered my eyelashes and pretended to get upset
Many hugs and kisses I would get
I loved her kiss, I loved her hug
It would make me feel warm and snug
I loved the kisses my mum would give me
They weren’t like Graham’s, all sordid and seedy
So I went home and told my mum
Sat on her knee and sucked my thumb
Mum said “Don’t worry, your pain will go away”
And that Louise would be sorry one day
I went to go and tidy my room
Gave it a quick sweep with the broom
I went to throw a very old coat away
I looked in the pocket, Oh wow…Hey
There was my locket from long ago
Should I throw it away? I must not, oh no
So I put the locket around my neck
And it was still as itchy as heck
I swore I would never take it off my neck again
And from removing it I would refrain
Chapter 12
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