Back in the Late 80s and Early 90s, when I was in High School, the NT Girls drove me nuts. They had their Tight-Rolled Jeans and their Teased-Up Bangs, and they stood around, talking like Valley Girls. They were all a bunch of Sheep. I hated the way that they spoke. I've had to deal with a group of Queen Bees, in my Grade 9 Cooking Class. My Teacher thought she was "helping" me out by talking me into asking those Queen Bees for an item that I needed, such as a Permanent Marker, or a pair of Scissors. The girls laughed at me, every time that I'd ask them for something that I needed. I had both a Cockney Accent and a slight Stutter, at the age of Fifteen, and those Backstabbers thought it was funny to laugh at my Speech Patterns. I was still getting over the Summer of 1987, when my Parents were telling me not to talk through my Nose, and every time those girls laughed at me, I would break down in Tears. I've lost the worst part, which was the Stutter, and the best part, which is my Accent has stayed with me. The funny thing is that when I've met up with those girls, two years later, in the Summer, we were all talking to each other like nothing bad has happened between anybody. That was my Blessing.