High School Drama

This is about a Highschool Queen Bee who happened to be a lolita. Nowhere near as bad as some of the stories I’ve read on here, and feel free not to post if it isn’t alowed, but I thought I’d share.

A while back, when I was around 11-14 years old, I was a weaboo. I ‘kawaii’ed and ‘desu’ed as often as possible, I watched all of the typical animes. Thankfully, I’m out of that phase, but during that time, I made some friends who were into the same kind of stuff. The main girl of the group, lets call her W, was a year older than me and, as at the time I was awkward, tall and overweight, was someone I really looked up to. W was confident, pretty, thin, and she wore lolita clothes with pride. Everything I aspired to.

For about a year, I spent all my time with W and her group, arranging get togethers that never happened and helping make lolita costumes for W. Towards the end of that year, I’d noticed that some of the group were becoming a little distant from me for some reason. I’d seen almost exactly the same thing happen with another girl (exitable special snowflake, but a very sweet girl who should have been treated better), R, when I had first started hanging out with W and her group. W had told me that the reason they didn’t talk to R anymore was because R and her had had a huge fight, ending quite badly when the school had to intervine. I had taken W’s word as that of God, and started ignoring R like the rest of the group. Shortly after that, R contacted me on facebook and told what had actually happpened.

R was like me. She’d started out as a part-time lolita who occasionally sat with W and co. at lunch, and had eventually gotten to where I was at the time: an accepted (or so we thought) member of the group. The short story of what happened to R is this: hardcore bullying campaign. They went all out. They even started a rumour that R was pregnant. But I didn’t beleive her: being part of W’s group was like a dream come true for me and I didn’t want to ruin such a good thing by trusting someone I hardly knew.

I didn’t tell anyone what R had sent me and carried on as normal. The girls in the group who had initially started to distance themselves from me started to get mean, insulting me under the guise of anime references and making fun of my weight and of the very brave descision of an outside of school ffriend to wear full (very good) cosplay to various non-weaboo hosted parties, but I put up with it and laughed it off because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

It steadily got worse, but I still took it on the chin. One day, waiting for classes to start, I walked up to W’s locker, where the group usually gathered in the mornings, and all conversations stopped. W asked me what I thought I was wearing (a vaguley lacy outfit that myself and my out of school friend had put a lot of work into making look good), and started tearing at the lace, saying I was just some awkward little weaboo, and that she was the only one who was alowed to be lolita. The rest joined in, tearing at my clothes and kicking me. There wasn’t anyone else around yet, so they only stopped when W told them to. I stayed off school for a week after that, then steadfastly avoided everyone for a month.

I’ve now got some real friends, including R, who in comparison got it a lot worse than I did. The moral of story is:

Not all otakus/weaboos/special-snowflakes-of-any-kind are socially inept. Some of them have the power to do some serious damage.