Thursday was hectic, social studies blahhhhhhhh, computers no, Spanish was olay, lunch talked to Krystle bout life, recess talked bout Madys party, science pulled out of class hated Thursday cuz of one person, math blahhhhhhhh helped Krystle.
English was funny. So Krystle, Mady, Lizxie, Charles, Nicole and I r standing there like where is everybooty? Bell rings and we catch the clue hey we're in her room. We run up there and bust through the door. We all stare in horror as Mr. Foster (Lizzie and Madys computer teacher) looks at us. But we weren't late so that was cool. Wrote a paper and ya.
After school was utter hell. D'angela and I had to go to the Traner library to finish our paper cuz fucking Charles can't get his shit together. So I'm sitting there trying to figure out what to write. Check my email and there's two: One from Stacy♡, and one from Charles. I'm like dafaq, so I read it and it says that he is going to finish our paper now ok, ok, good yours Charles Pefley. D'angela and I stare at it and want. to. fucking. explode. He's going to get off his ass now and write it wtf u haven't pulled any of your weight this whole goddamn time like fucking no!!!!!!!!!!! So I finished the paper, take D'angela home, and go home. I'm so done at this point. But guess who calls half an hour later. I'm just going to say the inner bitch came out. Then I called D'angela and LIZZIE u should pay close attention here: He sent her emails saying how pretty her first name is and she's so pretty. We both agreed he's hitting on her. We're both so fucking done at this point so I tell her have a good break, and she said call me if u need to talk. 645 rolls around I'm trying to leave my house and Charles calls again trying to patch everything up. He tells me he's been emailing D'angela and heads back to the project. My mom, the one time I needed her says something into the phone, and Charles has the audacity to say I called to talk to Jacob and she's like we'll this is my phone so u can talk to me too. I just hung up and we left. He hasn't tried to call anymore but if he does I'm not answering.
O god, we aren't good pals, nor were we ever, I hate u.
That was only Thursday.
Jacob♡
Video for being late, the one time I may ever get to
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Hold On Tight
Non-FictionI hope its inspirational in some way and that someone gets something out of what I write, cuz I think it's cap but I love it so ya!.
