The Journal of Hayley Ross

Day 1

Bored, bored, bored of school. Why can't I just have permanent vacation? I have no friends, horrible grades, and a super strict teacher. Maybe I should be home schooled! Then I could play all day!!
Reasons I hate school:
1. I don't care about it.
2. I hate everything.
3. It's my birthday on the second day of school- TOMORROW!!!

Anyway, so I walked into the classroom, bored, tired, and not really caring about my reputation and what people thought of me. I sat down in an old rusty and dusty chair in the center of the classroom. Sadly, I got stuck sitting next to a preppy cheerleader, and a buff jock. Then, my teacher immediately realized me and spotted my missing back-pack.
"Hayley Ross, why is your back-pack missing? It is required for school, you know."
"Well, what if I don't really care?" I said.
"Then I am immediately going to send it you to detention, miss Ross!"
I didn't respond, because I already knew I went to far with her. This was a very, very strict teacher. Suddenly, the bell rang, and I was dismissed to lunch.

When I arrived at lunch, I looked around for someone to sit with, but I didn't recognize anyone, and no one looked friendly. For most of lunch, I sat around daydreaming about what I did today, and starred out into the open about nothing. For a minute, I worked up the courage to ask the people next to me if I could sit with them, but at I was leaning and about to get up to go ask, they gave me a huge glare, so I rejected, chickened out, and sat back down. The rest of lunch, I just sat lonely and longing for a friend. Finally, the bell rang after 30 minutes of boredom, I got in line to go back to the classroom.

When we got back to class, we learned about grammar rules and parentheses, in language arts. Then, we went right into science, learning about fossils and the rock cycle. I could tell Mrs. Stewart hated my guts, because she was glaring at me the whole time, and called on me twice as much as everyone else. Luckily, the bell rang faster than I expected.

When we arrived at home after my mom picked me up, I ran to my room and started crying. But after a few minutes, I realized that I didn't really care that much, and should just move on.

I finally went to bed at 9:00 pm, thinking about how school was going to be tomorrow, comparing to how bad it was today.

Little did I know that even though today was the worst day of school in my life. With switching schools, tomorrow was going to be worst.