Dear diary
Today couldn't have gone any worse. I'm still washing the chocolate out of my hair even after the 5th wash. My day started off pretty normal. Back to school for the year. I loved school always the teachers favourite, honours student and friend to everyone. Well that's what I thought until one of the frat boys named Bradley or as I called him the man whore of the school. Decided to give me a surprise. And it was not what you thought.
I open my locker and BAMM!!
Hot chocolate squirts out of my locker and all over me. Of course I did what any girl was a ran to the bathroom to try and clean up.
Rubbing as much chocolate off me as I could until Bradley surprises me again this time by showing up in the girl bathroom.
"Hey babe, sorry about the chocolate I thought it would make you look rather sexy, then I could you know lick it off"
Fuck he made me nauseous,
"Why would I want you to touch me at all, they only thing you would give me is STDS. "
The only way to avoid him was to lock myself in the closest cubicle.
Don't ask me how long I was in there but it was probably a good three hours.
First day back and I have missed my first 3 classes, the whore of the school is hitting on me, and worst of all I am sticky from chocolate.
Luckily I had made up an excuse and didn't get a detention.
Probably the only good thing that had happened to me today.
Once I walked out of the bathroom, I headed to my fourth class which was my favourite Math C, I greeted the teacher and took my seat. Yes I still had chocolate in my hair and all over my clothes. But my extension classes were a safe environment no one will judge you at loud anyway.
The class went along as planned.
Meeting up with Jessica and Samantha for break. God I loved these girls they had really made my time at the school all worth it. Yes they are not as smart as me but I still love them just how they are.
"Hey Vic,why do you have chocolate in your hair" Jess asked.
Why did she have to ask
"Well Bradley decided to spill chocolate all over me as I open my locker" I reply not impressed by her asking me .
I guess you can say the rest of the day was of randoms asking me why I had chocolate on me or why I looked like a drowned rat.
Fortunately I didn't have to endure seeing Bradley again.
