My Grade 8 Drama

Wednesday, February 20th

Wednesday, February 20th,

I noticed I haven't begun my entries with a little opening metaphorical, simlilious opening in a while, so, today, you get one.

Ever notice how ditsy people sometimes act, especially if you aren't as close to them as you used to be at some point, you begin to see every little imperfection they could ever have, every shield your mind put up around them so that they wouldn't seem so much like that to you? Well, I had one of those moments today.

It was in Gym (which is pretty much the only thing I remember of the whole day, so don't judge me), Mr Arves had put us into 5 teams, and certain people, *cough* Jarad *cough and another kid, *cough* Ty *Cough*, were taking it way overboard. Like screaming whenever they got a basket, and being total ball hogs, they didn't even care about the out of bounds.

They didn't seem to care that is was pass only basket ball, so everyone just passed to those two because apparently they were, "The best," notice the quotations around that.

Anyways, my team had just gone against Mary's team, before which she said, "Don't hurt me, please!" and it was really weird to say the least, though, she did almost get hit with a basketball, but that was just because she wasn't paying attention to the ball like you're suppose to.

Well, back to the point, we were sitting off, because 1 team always has to sit off, and it just happened to be our team. So, I was watching Mary's team play, she had successfully gotten the ball, and them, some grade 7 guy took it from her. Instead of trying to grab it back from him, like you're suppose to do in basketball, she stood there with her mouth open in a "flirty" gasp, and was acting like he was suppose to have it, in a ditsy kind of way.

Basketball.

He was on the other team! You don't just LET them have the ball. (Insert face palm here)

That is all.

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