Those reallyx100 smelly one, so much so that I rather gave up my seat to some poor soul who would innocently become victimised once they replaced me!
An auntie who was really auntie... Ear picking and then smelling them! Yucks! Constantly rummaging through her plastic bag, applying hand lotion, applying medicated oil... and do all sort of auntie things. She couldn't stop "accidentally" brushing against me so I finally gave up and let someone else be rubbed by her.
On my way home today, surprisingly someone whom sat opposite me looks very familiar... and I know instantly I hated that face! Well I don't now, but still it haunts me when I think about it. She is and I'm certain she sat besides me during my class in Secondary one, nicknamed Nisa. And I seriously loathed her, proud, arrogant and a bitch - sorry but seriously she is all of them. Today when I looked at her, her face still remains as black as (what!) 15 years ago?!?! She looks like a married auntie... or probably is one now. Good luck I guess?
Nisa, don't freak out if you see this, but I seriously never liked you!
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