4th grade. Stacy is 10 years old.
Dear Diary,
My teacher had a conference with my mom today. She told my mom all the things they think I did that week:
pouring cyanide in Gerald Parker's water bottle because he was annoying(he never drank out of it, he just smelled it and told on me),
giving Veronica Evans my peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I knew that Veronica was deathly allergic to peanuts and didn't have her EpiPen with her that day(by the way, I knew about her peanut allergy, but I didn't know she didn't have her EpiPen. The teacher only told us that after the fact) because she stole my colored pencil,
shoving Anna Davis into a fire ant hill because she tore apart my Elsa toy,
convincing Oliver Lee to balance on the top of the swingset which caused him to fall and get his head cracked open(he got surgery and he came back to school after 3 months, but the teacher obviously doesn't seem to care) because he called me ugly,
had my razor blade taken away from me because I tried to slit Bella Carter's throat for scribbling on my drawing,
got suspended for a week after slamming Jack Williams into a wall for taking away my inhaler,
and leaving my group partner Liam Garcia to get mauled by a bear on a field trip because he said my mom deserved to lose her job.
My teacher said I'm "deranged", "crazy", "psycho", all of which teachers have said many times before. She said I should be locked in a psychiatric ward with a straitjacket. She said I'm a delinquent, a "rebel", a felon. She said I shouldn't be at this school because I'm a danger to society.
I asked the teacher for her proof, and just like all the other teachers, she came up empty.
I didn't do any of that.
