It was February 4. Day of the spelling bee. I was in it. Last night, I had been up until eleven, studying. This morning, I woke up at six, to study again. I felt prepared, but the eighth grade list really had me. When I got to school, Z and C quizzed me. D ended up looking at my list and was like, "Why are words circled?" It was because I had gotten them wrong. C knew what it was and he told him. Acting like a complete jerk/moron, he replied saying, "That's a lot of words wrong!" I wanted to punch him in the throat SO badly. I stopped myself, though. UGH!
Later in the day, the spelling bee time arrived. I ended up getting fourth place. Several people cheered me on, as I was the last seventh grader standing. When I got the word, "vigorously" wrong, I spelt it "vigorusly". People booed the judges. Throughout the whole thing, I would catch D and his group of friends staring at me. Not in a creepy way, in a different way.
I was dismounting the stage when I got a bunch of high fives. He wasn't one of them. Also, on Tuesday's he would try to avoid shaking my hand. If he did, he wouldn't even shake it, just barely touch it. Oh well. What can I do?
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Storie d'amoreOkay, so you may know that I'm in the process of writing "Reality." Well, I decided to do a different story with the POV of D and G, with the same characters. I'm taking a break from, "Reality." I will work on it, but when I feel as if I should. Tha...
