You may not know about this story, but I do. Don’t forget, Jacquel Rassenworth knows many stories, not just the stories about Shara Shinnok.
Here’s how this story goes:
I, Jacquel Rassenworth, will admit right now that I wasn’t always the cool girl you saw in many stories. In fact, I was more of a nerd than the Meme Queen. To put it bluntly, I was the stereotypical nerd, with the thick-rimmed glasses, carrying the trapper keeper binder and my pencils in the pencil case, and my clothes were so nerdy (case in point: white button down shirts and plaid skirts, complete with knee-high socks and patented leather shoes), my mother would have cried if she saw me dressing like that, if she was still alive.
In contrast, Christina McAllen was a girl who probably could have used a makeover. I mean, most of her clothes resembled jumpsuits they used in the mental hospitals and her hair looked like her mother didn’t bother to comb it. It was no wonder people made fun of her, as she looked more like a mental patient than a student at St. Francis Elementary School.
So, how did we meet?
Well, nobody at the school is allowed to talk to Christina (save for a selected group of students) and not even the teachers could interact with her. Christina’s parents couldn’t help her and her brother Randal was a jerk to her. I mean, the girl spends most of her days playing with dolls instead of going outside and making friends, for crying out loud!
Well, I also play with dolls, but that’s not the point.
Anyway, I was outside at the mall when Christina showed up. Looks like her mother finally cracked and told her to “get out of the house and don’t come back until you look about 75% decent”. (if it were me, dad would have me looking 100% decent.) Christina was sitting on a bench outside a store looking forlorn, as people walked by, glaring at her, wishing she could just crawl in a ditch somewhere and die. I felt sorry for her; this is no way for a girl like her to live.
So I decided to do something about it.
Christina saw me and said, “You must be that nerd girl.”
“I do have a name,” I said. “But I don’t see anyone using yours.”
“I’ve noticed,” said Christina. “It’s sad that people would rather see me dead than in school.”
“And nobody’s allowed to pick on nerds, so they take it out on disabled kids,” I said. “Translation: stupid. Stupid. I am very stupid. Are there no vengeful people looking to shoot me?”
Christina snorted with laughter as I continued, “You can’t pick on nerds because they can outdo you on the tests, but you can pick on disabled children and make them weak and bleed internally. I don’t know who I can’t stand more: the bullies who pick on you, or the people who are forced to sit back and watch it happen. That’s why Milton Holt shot up his school back in 2002. But we won’t let that happen again.”
So, how am I planning to do that? Christina stared at me, wondering what I was planning. I thought about the people who made fun of her and wondered what would happen if I were to hit them back for all the times they could have bullied me.
Then it hit me.
To make a long story short, 15 posters that depicted the kids who often made fun of Christina McAllen were all over the school, with the students laughing at THEM. Plus, thanks to me, Christina got a decent makeover, but no one could say a kind thing to her. Yet little did I know that when I met Christina McAllen, I would end up becoming the Meme Queen, who used memes to hit back at people who did things I didn’t like.
And that’s for a different story.