I was scrolling through the gram on a Friday night when I got the urge to look up a few people from middle school. Not because I think about middle school a lot in my free time but because who hasn’t done that?
After finding a few buds from the anime club I was a member of, I started getting curious about what happened to the girl who bullied me for my haircut and Warrior Cats obsession (when she’s never picked up a book in her life).
I’m not gonna lie, I was a little excited to see how crappy her life now in her late-20s is because my mom always told me my bullies would never amount to anything. How could they when they were a bunch of preppy normies with no real ambition in life besides shopping at Hollister?
I looked up her name and it took me a while until I finally found her Instagram on the third page of the Google searches.
I was pretty shocked to find out Jennifer’s a paralegal and not in some sketchy-ass pyramid scheme selling energy bars and protein powder. She even had some sappy posts about how she’s about to finish law school and she’s ready for this “new chapter of her life.” The comment section was flooded with people showering her with gratitude and attention. So typical of Jennifer to still be Little Miss Popular and one-up everyone.
Honestly, It’s pretty embarrassing how she’s parading her life around on social media and showing off her career, fancy engagement ring, and new house in the suburbs with a literal white picket fence. After reverse image searching every post for a couple of hours to find her address to see how much her house cost I realized her parents are probably paying for it anyway so who even cares?
I’ve been keeping an eye on her account and judging from her most recent posts, she and her fiancé just went on a wine tour in Siena, but whatever, I can get wine at the drugstore five minutes from my apartment. Stuck up bitch.
Even though she looks happy, I can tell she’s still the attention-seeking girl she always was and she’s stuck in her middle-school mentality of popularity and having better things than everyone around her. It’s kind of pathetic and I feel like I’m the only one who can see through her facade.
Once I get my license back I’m egging that pretty new house.