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- Oct 19, 2018
There was this girl I went to school with, let's call her Carla. She had long, thick, filthy platinum blonde hair and a perpetual rosacea that gave her a pig-like appearance. She was not slim by any means, yet the school uniform seemed to hang on her as if it were two sizes too big. She'd also wear one saggy knee sock (thus revealing her equally thick leg hairs) and the other pulled all the way up, a la Pippi Longstocking.
Anyway, Carla's trademark (and also her four brothers and their mum, as I'd eventually find out) was a distinct speech impediment that was part lisp and part Chuckie Finster, topped with her pronouncing Rs in a guttural (as in French or German), sprinkly (as in showering whoever she was talking to) way, which at first we thought was a weird accent thing when she joined the class, but soon discovered it wasn't.
Besides her overall nasty appearance and delightful, lingering fishmeal fragrance, Carla's reputation was cemented around year 9 one time she had some sort of accident and missed school for a week or so. Someone opened her locker to retrieve some books she needed for catching up over the weekend, and immediately the blast of rank odour inundated the corridor. For whatever reason, the appalling stench had attracted a small crowd. Then, a friend and I grabbed a couple broomsticks and emptied the locker's contents into the floor, and among some equally stinking workbooks and some other assorted garbage, out came four half-eaten bacon baps for the horror and amusement of the masses, upon which dozens of massive white worms had been feasting for days. Some kids were even counting the fucking worms out loud as they crawled on the floor.
Around the same time, she was friends with some poor tryhard spacker who I only remember by his nickname of "Seal Arse" and his sad attempt to earn some "edgy street artist" cred by walking around with two or three empty spray paint cans on his messenger bag (plastered with buttons and patches of random shit), so the metallic peas would bounce inside them and make noise as he paced.
There was also this tomboyish-but-not-in-a-cool-way girl with whom Carla had kind of a 'vitriolic friendship'. At the end of every school year, these two would put up a wrestling show just for the attention, complete with angles, hair pulling, face scratches and rolling on the ground. Fuck the solstice, Carla's yearly catfight was all the indication we needed that the summer was finally here.
For one of those acceptance workshops we were given sheets in which we had to draw ourselves and list qualities and flaws that made us unique. I saw hers and trust me, CWC's artistic prowess seems like the labours of Todd McFarlane by comparison. The only redeeming quality she scrawled on the paper was "I know how to play the Donkey Kong Bongos". I wish I snapped a picture of that.
Her older brother, presumably a lolcow in his own right, liked to call everybody "leper mong". With time, everybody started calling him that, mimicking his trademark speech pattern and all. I don't remember much of him, except that he once interrupted a school assembly to proudly declare "fun fact, Hitler had only one ball" on the mic, out of the blue. He was in year 12 at the time.
My family moved and I changed schools later that year and haven't seen Carla since. However, someone told me she received some kind of special achievement award from the headmistress because of her outstanding proficiency in French the year after.
Anyway, Carla's trademark (and also her four brothers and their mum, as I'd eventually find out) was a distinct speech impediment that was part lisp and part Chuckie Finster, topped with her pronouncing Rs in a guttural (as in French or German), sprinkly (as in showering whoever she was talking to) way, which at first we thought was a weird accent thing when she joined the class, but soon discovered it wasn't.
Besides her overall nasty appearance and delightful, lingering fishmeal fragrance, Carla's reputation was cemented around year 9 one time she had some sort of accident and missed school for a week or so. Someone opened her locker to retrieve some books she needed for catching up over the weekend, and immediately the blast of rank odour inundated the corridor. For whatever reason, the appalling stench had attracted a small crowd. Then, a friend and I grabbed a couple broomsticks and emptied the locker's contents into the floor, and among some equally stinking workbooks and some other assorted garbage, out came four half-eaten bacon baps for the horror and amusement of the masses, upon which dozens of massive white worms had been feasting for days. Some kids were even counting the fucking worms out loud as they crawled on the floor.
Around the same time, she was friends with some poor tryhard spacker who I only remember by his nickname of "Seal Arse" and his sad attempt to earn some "edgy street artist" cred by walking around with two or three empty spray paint cans on his messenger bag (plastered with buttons and patches of random shit), so the metallic peas would bounce inside them and make noise as he paced.
There was also this tomboyish-but-not-in-a-cool-way girl with whom Carla had kind of a 'vitriolic friendship'. At the end of every school year, these two would put up a wrestling show just for the attention, complete with angles, hair pulling, face scratches and rolling on the ground. Fuck the solstice, Carla's yearly catfight was all the indication we needed that the summer was finally here.
For one of those acceptance workshops we were given sheets in which we had to draw ourselves and list qualities and flaws that made us unique. I saw hers and trust me, CWC's artistic prowess seems like the labours of Todd McFarlane by comparison. The only redeeming quality she scrawled on the paper was "I know how to play the Donkey Kong Bongos". I wish I snapped a picture of that.
Her older brother, presumably a lolcow in his own right, liked to call everybody "leper mong". With time, everybody started calling him that, mimicking his trademark speech pattern and all. I don't remember much of him, except that he once interrupted a school assembly to proudly declare "fun fact, Hitler had only one ball" on the mic, out of the blue. He was in year 12 at the time.
My family moved and I changed schools later that year and haven't seen Carla since. However, someone told me she received some kind of special achievement award from the headmistress because of her outstanding proficiency in French the year after.
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