Unfiltered Story #329981
When I am 14 years old, I catch a very nasty bout of head lice. No idea how I got them. I was fine before spring break and had creepy crawlers at the end of it. I get treatment and seem lice-free, but the pharmacist advises me to keep some distance or inform others, just to be sure. So, here I go, back to school… Having to tell my 3 friends I had head lice…
Me: So, ehm… During spring break… I had some head lice and the pharmacist…
One friend immediately does three steps back. The other two:
Friend 1: Oh man, that sucks!
Friend 2: Did you have to get that nasty shampoo? Man, I can still smell that stuff from when I had lice in kindergarten!
My friends just continue talking, while friend #3 excuses herself. In class, she suddenly sits far away from the 3 of us.
After class, the class bully suddenly comes to me when I get my bike.
Bully: Hey, is it true? Did you get head lice?
I already knew who spilled the beans. Thanks, ex-friend #3!
Me: Eh, yeah…
Bully: That sucks! I never imagined anyone of our age getting it, especially you, considering you’re such a loner and all.
Thanks, I guess?
Bully: But they are gone now, right? Good. Man, just looking at you gives me the shivers. I mean, I look great if I shave my head but you? Nah, you’d look ugly as heck. Glad you don’t have to shave.
It was weird, but I felt more comforted by the class bully than my so-called friend. Nobody else ever mentioned it again and no one else treated me different. Well, except that one ex-friend, but she was the class bully’s target for a week or two after spring break.