The (Not so amazing) adventures of Max

Fifteenth Entry: The Calm Before the Storm

Sunday, August 20

So, after a weekend full of nothing but eating snacks, pretending to do homework, and avoiding all thoughts of Mr. Dreadmore, I'm realizing something: I might've made a huge mistake.

Okay, not the whole "declaring war" thing—no, I'm definitely standing by that. But I kind of underestimated how much I'm going to have to deal with him now that he's officially out for my blood. It's only been a few days since he gave me that "interesting interpretation" burn in front of the class, and I'm still cringing every time I think about it.

Anyway, the weekend was mostly peaceful. Sam spent most of it glued to his gaming console, trying to level up in whatever game he's obsessed with right now. I can't even keep track anymore. Ben texted me about some ridiculous new prank idea he has involving a fake rat and Coach Lewis's office, but I'm not entirely sure I'm on board with that one. Leo's probably going to talk me into it, though, just like he always does.

The worst part of the weekend? Realizing I actually have to go back to school tomorrow. It's one thing to be dreading math tests or history quizzes, but it's a whole different ball game when the person you're trying to avoid is a teacher. And guess who's teaching first period tomorrow? That's right—Mr. Dreadmore.

I'm trying to figure out if there's a way I can just sneak out of school without anyone noticing, but I think that might be a little too much even for me. So, I'm just going to have to suck it up, brace myself for whatever ridiculous history "lesson" he's going to throw at us, and pray that I make it through the week without a second public humiliation.

At least there's lunch to look forward to. If nothing else, I can zone out and hear about Leo's latest attempt at sneaking into the teacher's lounge (I'm sure he's planning something). And then, maybe, we'll talk about homecoming. Ben's already talking about who he thinks is going to ask who, and I'm sitting here like "I have enough to worry about without adding that to the mix."

Anyway, wish me luck tomorrow. Because after that last encounter with Dreadmore, I'm going to need it.