Dear diary,
The past few days have been really boring. Don't worry, I'm not gonna be writing like I did in my last entry, all novel- like.
Cathy got suspended, because of course she did.
She came to our house yesterday, and strolled up to my room, atleast according to the fosters, before barging in. Apparently she violently cussed at the teacher when she came back because god she hated that class and of course she wanted to out-do me. I acted like I didnt care, but it sounded like it was honestly pretty good. Some of the stuff she described sounded like they would have been pretty cool to witness. I've always known that she has a killer tongue.
She came by again today, she's here right now. For some reason, she decided that we should study together. All the material and homework they are doing in school is easy to me. She finds it easy as well, so we soon moved on to light chatter. She told me about all of the things I missed out on by being an outcast 'bad kid' who never comes to lessons, and how much she wishes she could have missed. Those types of moments are the type of moments where I stop hating her, even when she gives backhanded compliments or whatever. It's just fun.. and it's the closest thing I have to a friendship.
She's eating downstairs whilst I'm writing, I should probably tell her about how fake her friends are. Then again, she probably knows. I'll tell her anyways.
