Explanation

School - 15, right?

So I'm in school writing this.

My teacher doesn't give a shit what we do as long as we're quiet.

Joe is being an asshole.

C.J. just slapped Joe on the back of the head.

These are their real names. Hopefully they don't sue me for this.

Brandon' s being the funny dude that he is.

And Kaili is looking over my should every two minutes trying to see what I'm writing about.

Again using real names.

About 3 people have injuries in my grade alone. Probably the only reason I don't have one yet is because we don't have recess anymore. We have gym, though we don't play any games like "Doctor and The Spy" anymore.

I'm staying after to finish something that should've been done last Monday.

"I looked over , expecting to see a gnarled old tree. What is saw was exceptionally worse.

The Middle School.

My place of torture for the last four years."

And that is something I won't be expanding on.

Although I will say it was a complete lie.

I actually love school.

And There goes Kaili asking, "What're you writing?"

It's flipping annoying.

Well , I guess it's payback for the annoying "Obsession, Dedication" war I have going on.

Let me explain.

Some of my friends are Directioners (flipping bastards) that are bordering on obsession. They say it's dedication and I say it's obsession.  ( Oh God I'm such a pretentious little shit. Like whatever you want with as much passion as you want. 3/10/16)

Get it? Good.

Okay, the bells about to ring, gotta go.

Goodnight and good dreams!

Katie Houde, signing out.