Back to school
I have social studies first period and there is no way in hell I'm going to that. I have social studies with most of my friends whom I haven't told anything to, they are going to flip the shit on me when they get a hold of me.
I am aware that I'm going to have to face them sooner or later, but for now I'm going with later.
I'd rather deal with my friends that I'm not that close to, the friends I've only made this year.
So yeah I'll be skipping first.
After social studies I have Italian. Normally I would be dreading going to Italian, however today I couldn't wait to get there.
Italian is the most awkwardest class for me because I don't really know/talk to anyone in that class. This was of course the best situation for me today because I won't get that many questions, just some sympathetic glances at the most.. Well at least that's what I hope.
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I scurry into Italian, whilst covering my face, and not making any eye contact. This worked for the most part, and no one out of the usual started talking to me, and the people who did talk to me talked to me like nothing ever happened. I was so grateful.
The bell rang and I was about to go and run to my next class when my teacher held me aside and told me to wait.
"Hello Niki how are you today?" She looked at me like I was about to break down and start crying, she looked at me as if to say 'let it out, it's okay I'm here for you to cry with' I do not like this look.
"I'm doing alright and you?" I smiled, looking innocent as if I had no idea what she was so worried about.
"Good! That's great! I jut wanted you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to." I wanted to scream at her, but at the same time I wanted to hug her. I have gotten this speech way to often, but I can't blame people for trying to help me no matter how much I want to.
"Thanks Mrs. Palmata, that means a lot it really does." And it does.
With that I took my pass and walked extremely slow to science because there was some friends in that class and it isn't as awkward as Italian.
In other words I'm screwed.
in other news i accidentally voted for my own story and now i feel like a faggot okay carry on
