The Queen Bee

The most popular girl at my middle school was Mindy.

She was the All-American teen dream. Blonde. Cheerleader. Gorgeous.

She was also a complete psycho bitch.

I was introduced to Mindy on my first day of seventh grade. She was in eighth.

She was in two of my classes that year. She was repeating seventh grade science and she was also in my gym class.

In science class, she entertained herself by making fun of everyone. To their face. For example, she would turn to a girl, look her up and down, and sneer something like, "Where did you get that shirt? A thrift store?" and then smirk. Even the guys weren't spared. One of my favorite Mindy quotes from class was: "Mr. Anderson, I don't like sitting in alphabetical order. All these ugly boys with B names have dandruff. It's so gross."



In gym class, it was the same. She had an insult for everyone.

She especially tortured my poor friend Susan because Susan had acne.

"Oh my god will you please wash your face so I don't have to look at your disgusting bumps anymore!" Mindy screamed at Susan one day, out of the blue. "You look like fucking braille!"

The first time she targeted me, I was completely unprepared. I was walking out of gym and Mindy came up behind me and pushed me to the ground. She ran off with her cheerleader friends, laughing. One of her friends seemed concerned though and said, "hey, that was really mean." Mindy rolled her eyes and retorted, "Who cares, it was just a seventh grader!"



In addition to being a mean girl, Mindy also suffered from disillusion. She sincerely believed she was going to be the future Queen of England.

"I don't need to know photosynthesis," she told Mr. Anderson in science class. "I'm going to marry Prince William."

Her engagement to Prince William was also the reason she couldn't participate in dodge ball that year. Our gym coach was not amused.

By the second semester of seventh grade, I had grown fed up with Mindy. I was tired of watching her rip apart every girl (or guy) who came in her path. She made me sick. I hated her.

So, I shouldn't have been surprised by my bravery one day in April.

She walked into science class, looked me up and down, and snidely said, "Somebody told me your dress was ugly."

Without hesitating, I stood up, looked her square in the eye, and said, "That's funny because somebody told me my fist was in your face."

The entire classroom got quiet and then all of the sudden, people clapped and cheered. It was like out of a movie!! Mindy was shocked and speechless. She slumped into her seat and I glowed in victory. It was an epic moment in my life.



We both knew I wasn't really going to hit her. I was a tiny little mouse and she towered over me. But I do believe it was the first time anyone, especially a younger girl, had stood up to her.

I wish I could say Mindy stopped torturing people after that, but she remained the same. She did, however, leave me alone. I was never the victim of her cruelty again.

During the Royal Wedding mania last month, I started thinking about Mindy, after all those years. I had not seen her since seventh grade. We went to different high schools. I decided to look her up on facebook.

I was hoping she had grown fat and ugly and perhaps might be homeless in a ditch somewhere.

Unfortunately, life was kind to Mindy, it seems. She ended up becoming a news reporter for a television station in Dallas and then got married to some rich businessman in Chicago. That's where she's living now. She has really adorable children too. And from her facebook wall, I can tell she's still a total bitch.

Doesn't that suck?