Bentley Samson and His Issues With Life

Life. Sucks. Chpt.1

    Like sucks. But like it doesn't. I just don't understand it. It's like I'm Costello to Abbott. Which no one ever gets that joke except for my 50 some year old science teacher who thinks everything I say is funny. She probably thinks I'm on the spectrum. But let's rewind a bit.

      I guess it all started in 6th grade when I met this bitch of a girl named Ricky who legit I don't understand. She constantly obsessed over books and was really annoying. Like I get that Harry Potter and Percy Jackson is one of your favorite books but like stfu they are not that good at alllll.

     From there you move to 7th grade in which I didn't understand jack-shit yet they still put me in advanced math. Oh plus that was the year that Ricky  made friends with this weird blonde girl and they talked even moooore about Percy Jackson and Harry Potter plus other books. Like how is that even possible. I later learned that they blonde girls name is Ally. I had literally every. single. class. with these two and they talked none stop. They even started having lunch with the ELA teacher who was beyond depressed and definitely had issues at home. She ended up leaving for like half the year and the long term substitute was sooooo annoying. Oh and not to mention I ended up have all 7 of my classes with Ricky . 2 of which were supposed to be random. 

     After 7th grade you obviously have 8th and that is where I'm at now and my first day of school is tomorrow. F*cking tomorrow. I'm so pissed about that. I already got my schedule and my home room teacher is so weird dude named Mr. Tormund Sexton. Oh and if that's not bad enough I was put in advance math again. So ya know that's just great. God I hope I don't have any classes with Ricky or Ally. I guess tomorrow will tell.