I walked into school still groggy from the car ride. Winter was my favorite season. The sweaters, that hats, the frost. Everything was just so warm. Ironic huh? Anyway, I walked into school and I kinda felt more at home here then I do AT HOME. I don't even know what it is about school but for some reason, I feel safer there than my home. I guess I get away from my problems and I step onto this fake life I created for myself. Everyone around me seems too nice to me. Like they know something about me I don't.
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I walked into school more bummed than usual. For some reason I woke up REALLY out of it. I sorta felt more invisible than usual I guess. Everything was groggy, again. I just remembered walking to school to find that BOTH my friends were sick, going to my locker alone, and pretty much spending my entire day in silence. Of course I participated in class once or twice (note that I was called on by the teacher. I was speaking by FORCE it wasn't that I wanted to share my thoughts on World War 2, who does? Other than the class pets of course) but really other than that, I was silent and miserable for no reason at all. So now I am lying on my bed at 4:00. Hell let out at 2:30 and I did all of my homework by 3:00. Who knew being quiet would benefit me so much? Anyways, yeah. Im on my bed bored recapping about my day just because. I do that a lot. Sometimes I feel like I'm writing a book or staring in a movie about my life. It's kinda fun. It gives me ideas about what to say when I'm famous and they decide to do a documentary on me. I'll already have my monologues set. I already started writing those stupid journal entries by the way. Ms.Marykay had us start today.I've already written seven of them,just in case I miss one later on I'll just put a different date on it and call it a day. Their all fictional of course. I'm supposed to write real things but does anyone actually care about how I feel? I didn't think so either. I just wrote about "going to the grocery store and giving the last pudding on the shelf to an old lady" and fake crap like that. Lying is kinda first nature to me when it comes to school. If I wrote down my REAL feelings, they would all look like this:
Dear Journal,
School sucks. I hate the teachers,the homework,the students,the hallways,the classrooms,the lockers,the lunch, and even the "innocent" janitors that quietly slither through the halls while making the extra effort to listen to your conversation. Everything kinda isn't going my way. If it was up to ME I would be living alone in a mansion. With a recording studio in my living room. I would go on tour after tour and every stadium would be sold out.Writing,Creating,and singing music is kinda my thing. So is talking to dead people. I guess I'm living the dream of a hopeless middle schooler.
Whatever,
Ali
We all know that journal entry would get a 1. She doesn't ACTUALLY care. She just wants to make us do the extra work. And yea, if you were wondering I do like music. It helps me write. And writing helps me with music. They both inspire the other. They keep the ideas flowing, but that doesn't mean anything "special".
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