Well I just had to tell someone. I don't even know why I do these things to myself, honestly.

You see, there are a group of year sevens (sevies!!) at my school for whom I have an extreme dislike. They have not done anything to hurt me, but did you know that sometimes you get profound feelings for someone you don't even know?
Anywhile, I decided. Decided, when I was with my sister, that every time I saw any of these particular sevies, be it they were with a group of people, by themselves, I was in the canteen, we were in a public place - no matter what the situation, I had to yell out at them:
"AHH! The voices are back!"
So I did.
At first none of them actually realised that this comment was directed at them. In factm they probably just thought that I was some random weirdo yelling things across rooms at them because I felt like it.
...
Well I kinda was.
So today, my class was in the library and so was one of the sevie's class. And she kept on going back and forth to borrow books, photocopy pages, flirt with guys, flirts with teachers, flirt with girls, re-do her hair and such. She was walking past me quite a lot, so I had to keep yelling out:
"AHH! The voices are back!"
(mind you, I only had to keep on saying this until one of them asked me why I was doing it. My sister and I had a bet going - while I had to pretend to be delusional [no pun intended] she had to scream at the: "Omigawd!")
And she definitely noticed this time. She was linked in arms with her 'bestie' and they were parading about with their top buttons undone so I had to keep yelling at her. She stared back. Hilarious for me, amusing for bystanders and just weird for her.
The bell went so I walked out of the library. The girl and her friend were right behind me. So I yelled it out:
"AHH! The voices are back!"
The friend looked at the girl and gave her one of those 'un-noticable' giggles, and stared right at me. I then stopped, so that the girls and her friend (both taller than I had thought) almost walked into me. I looked up at the girl and gave her one of my strangest stares.
"And aren't you going to ask what this is all about?"
She stopped, with a look of fake hurt on her face (some year nine guys had just walked past) and stammered,
"Whaaat? I mean, umm..." in a really soft, baby voice.
(I'm not exagerrating, that is exactly what she said, and what she sounded like!)
So I eyeballed her.
"Isn't it OBVIOUS?" I stomped away, laughing insanely to myself. You, comrades, know how I like to laugh insanely over awesome or just completely strange things.
And what made this comic moment of mine even more funny, is that the girl and her friend were still staring at me as I was cackling, and they were just standing there, stooping their shoulders and looking exactly like they were tall people who were pretending to be short in just the very way which makes them look taller.
Girls, I salute her originality.

Sarcasm is my life.