Hello! I'm the socially unacceptable one in the back! To kick it off, I do not have a language filter, so enjoy!

Dem Stats:

Name: Margaret

Age: I'm a freshmen. Take a guess.

Sex: FE FUCKIN MALE :D

Height: Bit shortish (kay a lot short. I'm 5'1'')

Weight: Currently 115 (prepping for track season. Oh boi. Dat 2 mile race.)

Religion: Christian (very ACCEPTING Christian. My main life motto is love everyone equally)

Political Party: Republican (which is funny b/c I think gay people are AWESOME XD)

Relationship: Single until out of high school. I don't date yet. Boys think with the wrong head. But I'm still waiting for that one that doesn't... (:

Little About Me:

Welp, you already know the low-down stats. Um.. I run varsity track and cross country, I'm a fishy-fish (class of 2016) I love my friends to absolute death (there's this one, and she's really special and close to my heart, and her name's Annie, and that bitch (WITH THE FINE ASS) is my sister).

I have a few flaws in my perfection.. I get jealous really easily, I don't have the perfect home life, I'm not the prettiest person or the sexiest person alive (AHAHA yes I am XD), I can get walked on by someone and still forgive them, I hate society and rules, I don't mind gays but for some reason fat people (NOT THE ONES WITH THE HEALTH PROBLEMS, JUST THE HOME-MADE ONES) piss me off (really don't know why). If I know you though the rule doesn't apply, and I still don't care enough to really do anything about it, so forget the above statement. I brainwashed you. Booop.

I have strengths though (If I wasn't in a good mood there wouldn't be a list XD): I'm the most loyal friend you are ever going to have, I can ride the hide off a horse, I'm a decent marcher and clarinet player, I'm pretty good at running long distance in general, and I will drop everything just to make someone's day go better(:

I went through depression, anorexia, and cutting thanks to my parents and just overall life.. if you ever need someone to talk to I'll try to be there for you!(: For curious people I weigh 115 lbs, but the lowest I ever got my weight to was 67 lbs in the end of seventh grade. I covered up the fact that I hated myself pretty well huh?

I can get quite busy and forget I even have stories, so updates probably aren't going to be scheduled nor frequent. I apologize! :S If you have any questions about me or my stories, just contact me via this site! Or you can drop me an email @ tigerstripe274@gmail.com.

Favorite Quotes or Funny Moments in this Thing we call Life:

7th Grade

Explosion sounds from outside*

Kristen: "WHAT WAS THAT!?!?!?!"

Hailey: "Margaret, what did you do?"

Me: "Surprisingly, nothing. I don't have any murder plots right now. Now, next week, that's a whole different story!"

Annie: "Did you take your medicine this morning? You know, the medicine for your ADHD, ADD, and OCD?"

Me: "Nope!"

Annie: "... crap."

Ally: "You did remember to bring it, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU!?!?!?!"

Me: "No. I forgot again."

Ally: "WHAT!?!?!?!"

Me: "Just kidding! Here it is!"

Kara: "Margaret, your gonna love what Cheyenne and I got you for your birthday!"

Me: "Whatisitwhatisitwhatisitwhatisitwhatisitwhatisit!?!?!?!"

Kara: "A pair of handcuffs!"

Me: "YAY!!!" *takes handcuffs*

Me: "Oh. They're fake."

Ethan: "Margaret, I heard you like me."

Me: "WHO TOLD YOU THAT!?!?!?!"

Ethan: "... Bradly."

Me: "Why did you listen to him oh my god that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard he is such an idiot why did he even tell you that I mean everyone knows we're just friends so why does he have to try to start rumors like that when he could go pick on some one else I mean come on why did you listen to him he's BRADLY!!!!"

Ethan: "Calm down, Margaret. Two things: First of all, we know all that about Bradly. Second of all, you forgot your medicine again, didn't you?"

Me: "... sorry."

"I'M HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ethan during the Christmas party in 6th grade after he ate 3 cupcakes and half a pie.

"What!?! All I did was kill the kid!" Me.

"I HATE Chapel Hill! Why do they have to be so good at track?" Annie during the Brownboro Track Meet.

Announcer: "Bullard's in second with 126 points, and the leader of this track meet is Chapel Hill with 132 points!"

Chapel Hill Team: "YAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Kristen: "SHUT UP!!! YOUR ALL IDIOTS!!!!"

Me: "Kristen, be quiet! Your gonna get us jumped!"

Me: I hate riding mares. Their really annoying.

Annie: All the horses except Borregas at our barn are mares.

Ally: I like girls. They have a better ride!

Annie: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ally: I didn't mean it like that! Honest!

Annie: Sure...

Me: I need 17 cookies, please.

Lunch Lady: How many???

Me: 17.

Lunch Lady: Does your mom know your getting this many cookies?

Me: ... no.

Me: Guess what!?!?

Annie: What?

Me: I just won the mile and a half race! I got first place!

Tina, former distance champion, stumbles by crying*

Kristen: Margaret! *gasps*

Me: What?

Kristen: You broke Tina!

There's no better feeling than rubbing the fact that Chapel Hill sucks at distance in their face. Wait... I just lied. The best feeling is proving it. GO BULLARD!!!

Day before District Track Meet*

Me: Mom do I really have to eat just baked potatoes and spaghetti until tomorrow?

Mom: Yes Margaret. Now shut up and quit whining.

Me: Whining? This is the best day of my life!

Bus ride to District Track Meet*

Me: Hey Annie it looks like we're headed to the middle of nowhere.

Annie: Really? *Looks out window* Oh Margaret, don't be alarmed. This is what Brownsboro looks like. :)

Unloading equipment at the District Track Meet*

Me: Kristen guess what!

Kristen: What?

Me: This track's in the middle of nowhere and I'm hot and I feel like killing someone and I'm wired from the energy drink my mommy let me have this morning and I gotta go but the bathrooms aren't open and there's a gate over them and I really don't think there's any shade out here and this athletic bag is heavy and why the heck am I so short!?!

Kristen: ...wow. Note to self: never sit by Margaret on the bus right after she drank any soda-type substance.

Annie: Ya I was really stupid to do that. JUST KIDDING MARGARET!

Me: *death glare* Shut up before I kill you both.

Mile and a half; start of race*

Starter: Okay, so when I pull the trigger on the gun, you take off. Got it? Any questions?

Me: *thinking in my head* Better run fast so the bullet doesn't hit me.

gun goes off*

Me: Ga! WTF gotta get as far away as possible! *runs as fast as the bullet and wins the race*

8th Grade

Kristen: Coach Dover, she cut me! With scissors!

Me: I did not! It was Lauren! The only thing I have to do with this situation is that they were my scissors that you took!

Coach Dover: Who cut you?

Kristen: The little demented Indian standing next to me.

Me: hehehe... hi!

Hailey: And she was bleeding everywher- she's still bleeding! Can she go to the nurse?

Coach Dover: Of course! Hurry back, though!

Kristen: *over shoulder* oh and Margaret didn't really cut me. It was Lauren.

Me: NOW YOU SAY THIS!?!

Me: Hey Hailey! Hey hey hey Hailey! Hailey! Hey, Hails, hey hey he-

Hailey: WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Me: ...we should pull the 17 cookies thing again. See if the lunch lady remembers!

Hailey: Do it!

Me: Okay! ...but I need some money. I wasted all of mine on a new saddle for my horse!

Hailey: And I supposed to do WHAT about this?

Me: ... hey good buddy! Could you lend me some money?

Hailey: Hey good buddy... NO.

Me: But Mrs. Crain, if my art folder collage looks like crud, why won't all my OTHER WORK look the same way?

Coach: Margaret, Emma, where are your sweats?

Me: My wah?

Coach: You're freaking red tomato suit sweats. Where are they? It's only 28 degrees out here and you're in shorts and a T-shirt!

exchanges look with Emma and says at the same time* SWEATS ARE FOR WIMPS!

Me: Hey.. Emma, what's the quickest way to scare the crap out of Mr. Weems?

Emma: THIS! *grabs me in lesbian fashion and wraps her leg around me*

Mr. Weems: *looks up* Uh... girls?

Me: GET THAT OUT OF MY SHIRT! THAT DOESN'T BELONG THERE! EMMA DOES!

Also Me: BUT EMMA, IF YOU KILL MY BOOBS THEN YOU WON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO PLAY WITH!!

(I feel the need to say right now that I'm straight, nothing against gay & lesbian people (THEY GOTTA BE FUCKING BITCHES FOR PUTTING THAT OUT IN THE OPEN! :D)

Me: I have to what? As in act? In a play? Fuck this shit, I'll be a stripper.

9th Grade

Me: FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! ISN'T IT WONDERFUL? I MISSED ALL OF YOU GUYS SO MUCH!

Emma, Sierra, everyone I know: Piss off.

Me: BUT WE'RE BACK TOGETHER AFTER A LONG SUMMER WITHOUT EACH OTHER.

Sierra: Go. Die. I had to get up at SIX this morning!

Me: ...I routinely got up at 5 through the summer. SUUUUUCK ITTTT!!

Me: Fucking counter march mother fucking half step flipping charlie brown- I'M NEVER MARCHING!!! NEVER!!!

Me: DUDE I'M RUNNING VARSITY CROSS COUNTRY!! I GET MY LETTER JACKET IN THE SPRING!!

Dylan: I know right? Feels so awesome!

Brianna: BGJARGBABGUABGALDKJBFAKJLBFAABPWIR I HATE YOU!!

Emma: Margaret, did you know what Mrs. (insert English Teacher's Name) asked me the other day after school?

Me: She TALKED to you after class? ... O.o

Emma: She...asked if we were gay.. and to take the relationship outside the class room.

Me: WUT. THAT'S WRONG.

give it about 3 weeks*

Me: Lane (MAH AMAZING COUSIN), did you hear what Mrs. (English Teacher) asked Emma?

Lane: No..?

Me: (explains)

Lane: Sad thing is... you two would make a cute lesbian couple.

Me: You have ten seconds to get out of my sight. Ten, nine...

Coach Kendrick: You guys have three minutes to get in from the track and get changed by the way.

Me: WHAT!? SCREEEEEW THIS SHIIIIIIT I'M JOGGING!!

Coach Kendrick: What did she just say?!

Me: *yells over shoulder* LEARNED FROM MAH PARENTS!

Coach Kendrick: *sighs* So did my four year old Avery.

Elise: Hailey, how did you cut your tongue?

Hailey: I was-

Me: Making out with Margaret and she bit it.

Elise: WHAT? REALLY? D:

Me: Yes totally *pins Hailey against wall* Isn't that right babe?

Hailey: Get off of me you flipping creep!!

Me: BARRELS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Me: I am NOT going down that alleyway! It's full of rapists and murderers! I think I'll just sprint the whole three blocks to McDonalds.

Romeo and Juliet? O.o Most sexually awkward. Book. To read in class. Ever.

Me: FUCKING OVENS AND SHIT ALL UP IN MY SPANISH CLASS.

Hayley: ...I'm sorry I'm an oven.

Me. Damn straight you are.

Annie: Ooh girl, work those spanks! They're so thin, it's like they aren't even there!

Me: HEY COURTNIE!! The camel called, he wants his toe back!

Annie: Margaret. You are awesome.

Me: CHEYYAAAANE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE TUBA ROOM!!

Mrs. Foster: Margaret, this is your one freebee. If you cuss again in my class, I'm writing you up.

Ethan: WHOOO WE GET A FREEBEE!!!

Nothing feels better than cussing out the class bully... to his face... with an active peanut gallery going on beside you.

Mrs. Osburne: Klint, you're so mean, why do you bully the other students?

Annie: It's because he's insecure.

Annie: How's this sound? You do the work translating this vocab while I look at clothes on Pinterest.

Me: ...K. What's "mi familia" again?

Me: *accidentally hits my German Shepard* OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY STORMY! HERE, HAVE MY MASHED POTATOES!

Me: *in science class, doing an experiment with Meg about reflexes (basically poking her with pointy paper)* *moves to poke Meg's hand* *hand twitches*

Meg: I DID NOT DO THAT ON PURPOSE! I SWEAR!

Me: O.o You have issues.

Me: *walks into Spanish class.. notices large green ladder by my desk* *grins and looks at teacher* I like that ladder... that is a fine touch to the classroom.

Me: *arguing with Sierra* I AM NOT A LESBIAN WHORE!

Sierra: YES YOU ARE!

Me: I. AM. NOT. EXAMPLE.

Sierra: Oh, let's see, I'm gonna go hug my lesbian friend Annie, then I'm gonna go hug my lesbian friend Emma, then I'm gonna go hug my lesbian friend Kara, then I'm gonna go-

Me. Shut up. You win this time... but I'm still not gay.

Sierra: ...GOOOOOD ONE.

Person In Science Class: What causes muscle spasms?

Meg: *being mean* You have Tourette's.

Geography Teacher: Oh ya Margaret? You think talking is cool? If you don't shut up you're going to the office. Your voice makes me want to shove needles in my eyes. Go make me a sandwich.

Me: *whispering to Hailey* It's funny because my parents are coming up here to talk to him about being sexist.

Emma, Emma, Emma... hitting my hand while it's wrapped around your neck is not gonna do a damn thing. Neither is dropping a 10 pound book on my head while it's in your lap.

Day before Christmas Break, in the girl's locker room*

Hayley: *walks in* What the heck?

Me: *Dancing around in lingerie and a Santa Hat* HO HO HO MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Me: *calling mom in locker room* Okay everyone, I'm calling my mom! Don't say anything! *mom picks up just then*

Sam: *Walks over to me* Ahh, ahhh, AHH! MARGARET!! AAAHHH!! THAT FEELS GOOD!

Me: *covers mouthpiece* SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Me: *talking to Kara on Skype* That boy needs some cats. Those fuckers fix everything.

Hayley: THERE'S A CHICKEN LEG ON THE TABLE!! TUNNEL VISION!! I HAVE TO RUN AND GET IT!!

Me: Hehe... nurseyLOVESCHICKEN.