It gets awkward

As you already know, I am a teacher assistant for the the attendance lady during sixth period. So I’m told to do whatever she needs, and thank goodness I didn’t have to deliver any passes today–or so I hope not, since I have about 30 minutes left of class–today she wanted me to make copies of papers. She told me that if I needed any help, I’d let her know. Which I didn’t of course because i didn’t want her thinking I couldn’t do things on my own, plus i didn’t want to bother her.

On my way to the printer’s room, i spot a classmate, so i asked her to help me out instead (because yes, i still haven’t gotten the chance to work the printer). Hence the title, it does get awkward…the awkwardnesss was how we didn’t like each other. I don’t actually know if she likes me or not, but I have a thought that she doesn’t. She created this “advocacy” for my high school to end senior projects and i dissed her idea on my Facebook status, in which i’m pretty sure she read it and wants to kill me. I bet she’s calling me out in her head saying, “this bitch has the damn nerve to ask my help when she dissed me on Facebook!? Ooo she’s hellllaaa annoying!”

Then it got more awkward when a supposedly childhood friend of my mother walks in and tells me, “You look like your mom every time I see you.” I gave a sly smile because I didn’t know what to say to that! I asked my mom before if she knew a girl name ______ but she said no. It’s awkward how this supposedly friend of my mother tells things about them in the past, like how they used to play together, when my mom denies everything i tell her. I even showed a picture to my mom but she couldn’t recall.


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