”But... But Don’t you think I’m funny? Squiggly and cute-looking?” I said. It was really awkward, but I just acted like I didn’t care. The music stopped – actually the whole party stopped, I don’t know why though. I guess everyone wanted to know what was going on. It wasn’t a pretty sight, but it could’ve been a lot worse I guess. Arial wasn’t around, which was a good thing, but Times was still surrounded by Calibri and Cambria and all the others.
”Way to kill the mood, Commie.”
Calibri said.
I killed the mood? Times was the one who didn’t want to listen to me. He never does – he always just hangs out with his friends... I just want some time with him too, y’know?
”Just get out of here Commie and take the bad mood you’re causing with you.”
It was hard to hold back the tears, but I had done that throughout all my life, being teased by all the other fonts. But tonight I wouldn’t be crying. Not in front of Times.
That voice could only belong to one person.
”Arial! I thought you weren’t going to come?!”
Why is Times so glad to see her? She’s a total bimbo! I hate Arial so much! I mean seriously! She’s just like, flat and straight. There’s nothing funny or silly about her. She’s so...
plain. Ugh! I hate her so much. If she would just get out of everyone’s lives, that would be much better!
The anger was rising up in me, and it became harder and harder to force back the tears. Sadly, Calibri saw it.
”D’aww, would you look at that everyone! Little Commie’s crying! That’s so cute!”
”I’m
not crying!” I said, as tears spilled. I really wasn’t it was just because I was so angry and sad, and it built up and stuff. I wasn’t crying. But it didn’t matter. Everyone started laughing. Especially Calibri, Cambria and Arial. I looked at Times, and he showed a face of sympathy, but then stupid Arial whispered something to him and he started giggling, focusing all his attention on her.
a voice said from amidst the crowd. It was Courier. At least he was a friend to me. Courier grabbed my arm and started to lead me towards the door.
”Seriously... you guys are so immature...”
I heard Courier say right before we left. We walked out to his car and got in, and then I started sobbing.
”No–hic–it’s not. It’s not okay Cou-hic-rier!”
”Just calm down... I’m going to drive you home...”