Dear Journal,
I hate Sundays, everybody does I think. They are lonely and short. The whole day for me is filled with homework and the impending doom of Monday hanging over me. I actually just finished my homework early. Halleluja! This almost never happens, especially because we haven't had dinner yet.
Speaking of school, some people are switching their schedules, including me. Unusual, but I'm not complaining. As long as I'm not in chemistry with Drew. That guy stinks at mixing chemicals. I swear I've heard horror stories about him singeing off all the hair on his face. Talk about a recipe for disaster. I checked my new chemistry class list and he's not one there, wahoo! At least I can keep my eyebrows.
At least their's Sunday right? Nope, I had to clean out Newt and Scamanders cage yesterday. Not that bad but boy, do hamsters stink up their cages. It hadn't even a week yet. I'm scared now. Maybe I can bribe my friend into doing it or something. I know what you're thinking and no, not a best friend, I don't have any. Just a friend. I guess it's time you knew why my best friends are nonexistent. I guess I'll tell you. After dinner, though, at the moment, my stomach is growling, and my parents are calling me.
Yours truly,
Esme
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