I went to my locker (reason will be in the next chapter) and I freaking walk past my homeroom/science class.
My history, math, English, science teachers, and my guidance counselor are in there.
Eating cake.
Talking about how jealous their students would be if they found them eating the cake.
-_-
Stupid teachers.
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My Memory Log
Não FicçãoIn which my memories will not be forgotten. All these are actual stories I remember. All of these are true and happened.
