This story is basically the story DON'T YOU DARE READ THIS MRS.DUNPHREY by Margaret Peterson Haddix except with a twist... the names are changed that's it.
Don't You Dare Read This Mrs.Dunphrey and Mcyt/Dream smp in one
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August 28
All right Mr.Halo you said we had to do these journals, but if we wanted to write something personal and private we could mark an entry "Do Not Read" and then you wouldn't read it, you'd just check to make sure we'd written something. Right? Okay that's what I want. Don't read the rest of this entry.
Did you stop reading? I can't believe a teacher would be so stupid. That's what Sapnap was getting at, when he asked "So, like, we could mark every single entry 'Don't Read' and then we could write anything" everybody knows that Sapnap handed in the words to "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" written over and over again, instead of outlines in his history notebook last year. And Mr.Quackity never even noticed because he doesn't really check anything, even though he says he does. Sapnap told everyone Mr.Quackity
wrote, "Good job. Nice penmanship. A"
Are you're telling us you don't check? I can tell you're a first-year teacher, Mr.Halo.
But what if I do write something personal, and see if you really are reading these? I'm going to give you a test. I'm going to write something that's secret, that no one else would know about me, and see if you are reading this. let's see, the secret is ... I know how to crochet.
You think that's not such a great secret? Well, you probably haven't figured out whose journal this is. This is Fundy Scott writing. I'm one of the guys who sits in the back row. We all have the gaming club Mr.Skeppy calls us the gaming guys. You looked kind of scared when Dream, DreamXD, 5up, and I walked into the room today. Let me clue you in: we don't all like each other. Real friendships for lame people and prissy girls like the Benchtrio. You probably haven't met them yet---you'd know them because there the only people who's got scarves in the hole school. And there chaotic, too. They what to be teachers when they grow up. They all want to be friends with George (Have you met him yet? He's color blind) and they brought him homemade cookies. Chocolate chips. That's the Benchtrio. That's not us.
So, you're probably wondering, why is it that we are 'friends'? Hey, I said one of my secrets. That's it. If I can't trust you---if your reading this---I can't give too much away.
