Girls are C-R-A-Z-Y

Girls are C-R-A-Z-Y

When I was in 7th grade, after breaking up with the girl who would later become my ex-wife, I began "going out" with a girl named Ashley. Ashley was different from the other girl - brunette, fun-loving, she liked to kiss... oh, and she was psycho.

Things with Ashley were great: she met my parents, she would come over to my house and hang out, her sister would drive us around in her mustang... all sorts of crap that 13 year olds get a kick out of. Well Ashley had a sort of blood feud with this girl named Amelia, and neither of them liked each other - AT ALL. In the halls at school, they'd curse and shout at each other like a couple of territorial hyenas.

One day, Ashley gets a violent and threatening letter in her locker, saying things like, "You'd better watch your back b***h!" and "Mabe (misspelled "maybe" - it was misspelled repeatedly in the letter) I'll be gentle when I kill you." Ashley shows me the letter, and of course, we're both scared. She keeps getting letters like this in her locker on an almost daily basis. Finally, we go to the principal's office, where he questions her as to who could want to hurt her. She, of course, points out Amelia, who then gets brought in for questioning. This only exacerbates the feud between the two, which as now escalated to sub-nuclear. However, because of the fact that my Jr. High had no cameras in the halls, we had no way to prove who was leaving the notes.

A few days later, I was looking at a note Ashley had given me, when I noticed that the handwriting looked oddly familiar, and that the sentence structure was remarkably like that in the threatening letters (leave me alone - I'm a nerd. So what?). And then I read a line in her note that gave everything away. It said, "Mabe we can go out to the movies this weekend." I called her and told her I had a question on how to spell the word "maybe," and she said, "m-a-b-e." I then asked her if she was the one who wrote the notes, and she gets indignant and starts crying and accusing me of not believing her. Immediately after that, the notes stopped, and we became more and more distant.

Later that week, I started hearing around school that I was gay with my best friend, Brian, who was in the 8th grade, and who caught hell from his friends who heard the same rumour (turns out that after high school, he came out and was gay. ouch.). I also heard that I was reportedly "not very well equipped," and that came from a reputable source (Ashley and I never did anything like that...). I then began hearing a number of other AWFUL and sexually explicit things about myself (all rumours) that mortified me. Luckily, once I told everyone about who started the rumours and what happened with the letters, all of the stories about me stopped, and in 8th grade, Ashley moved away.

She showed up in my high school my sophomore year, hung out for a few months, and then disappeared again. I've never heard from her since. Thank God.