Bubblegum Can't Art 3 *COMPLETED*

Hard to Cope 2

Hey, me again. Bubblegum. You remember, right?

I guess not.

Well, even if you don't remember me, things went downhill today.

It went fine until I got to school.

I was stressing in first period because I didn't get my math homework done over the weekend. But I did somehow manage to get it done.

Then comes math class...

We played this stupid game where you had to equal things to stuff and figure out math questions.

You guys know I'm new.

Yet you still blame me for not knowing half the stuff.

Anywho, the girl who sits across from me, Malaina, told on me. Then I asked the teacher if I had to do the math test after she mentioned it to the rest of the class.

Again, you know I'm new.

She replies with yes. Seriously, that's what she said. She sees I can't do even half the questions on the board.

And she tells me I have to do it.

So normally I put my head down on my desk. Nothing out of the blue, right?

Apparently I was wrong.

So. Malaina called me a crybaby and told everyone I was crying and pouting.

Then this guy comes up behind me and drops a marker on my back.

A marker.

And it's freezing cold.

I picked it up and put it on the desk. Then he called me a crybaby and told me to stop pouting.

That's when everything went downhill.

I whipped around and yelled "I'm not pouting!"

And I was wrong to do that? Wasn't I?

Obviously I got sent to the principals office by the teacher.

And when it couldn't have gotten any worse...

"Don't you even think about slamming that door."

Bioch, I'll do it if I want to after the way your class treated me.

The only people nice. The principal and the secretary. And Makenzi. And Allie. I missed the entire Tap Class because of it.

Then as if the day couldn't get any worse, people start asking me the entire day about math class.

Then comes lunch.

Ohohoho... Lunch.

There was no spot for me to sit. I literally had to sit on the floor. By myself.

Yep. $8.31 cents under my lunch money. In red. Not green. Red.

Then comes P.E.

The intercom comes on. "Attention all students and staff, initiate partial lockdown."

Hmm... was it three? Or four?

Of course they locked the jym.

And of course people wouldn't shut their freaking mouths.

So we all got in trouble. By like... five teachers.

It was partial lockdown, so it wasn't as big a fret as literal lockdown. Or a threat.

People were saying it was just drug dogs coming to sniff the lockers to see if any students got drugs in their lockers.

One of them found a bag of chips in someone's locker.

A bag of chips.

Chips.

Now... Science.

Well. Eye crap. Body crap. Yep. Nothing here.

Social studies.

Nothing ridiculous.

Normal messing around.

Then BAM! Homework.

So... I got homework.

Civil War homework.

Good think I have Google or I would be alone.

The reason I hate homework with parents is because they always have to drag out each question and waste your entire day with it when you could have much more fun things to do.

And homework itself messes up the daily schedule.

Oh yeah, and science...

We got a study guide.

That parents have to sign.

....

Shit.