Dear Diary,
It's been a weak since my birthday. September 20th to be exact. I think my teacher, Mr. R, has it In for me and Mitch. It's not our faults he sat down on the glue we put on his seat before class started. Not like it was on purpose. Maybe. Likely, Jessica bell ratted us out like the snooty, idiot she is. I hate her guts like this much. You can't see it but I ripped a sticky note that had her name on it.
Another reason he might not like us because during our Math lesson, he stood up and Mitch made a farting noise. Or because i flipped over a chair earlier...Honestly, I think that was the funniest visit to the principles office ever. I even took the blame for him, but thanks to good Mr, R he sent us both to the office. I love that guy.
Since Recess today, I haven't realized how cool the grass looked like while sitting down and writing on a piece of paper multiple times, 'I will not be disrespectful during class' about one hundred times.
5th grade is so exciting.
Because of Jerome, A guy I grown very closer too, as a friend, I didn't even do half. He just sat next to Me and Mitch whispering the weirdest stuff. That lead to a third phone call to my momma. He's quite the comedian. Does 'do you like drinking milk from a butt?' Sound fun? Unlikely. Even when I wasn't listening, I stared at the locket Mitch gave me. I even do at night.
The greatest thing about today was dad called and said happy birthday! Good times.. Also I got an A yadayadayada... I gotta go now, It's pizza night. Yum! Plus Mitch is staying over for the weekend.
"As I was saying, Frogs are so much cooler than lizards! They jump high and look pretty Dank," Mitch protested jokingly, flailing his hands as we entered first period. Math with Mr. Runski. We call him Mr. R for short. "Lizards are way cooler! They can escape every situation easily. Like an assassin!" I whined, letting out a small chuckle. Mitch pouted. "Frogs," he smirked.
"Lizards."
"Frogs."
"Lizards."
"Frogs!"
"Lizards!" I said in a gleeful voice.
"Baccas!!" Jerome yelled from his desk. He seemed extra jumpy as usual. Still being himself I guess. "He's doing his 'roleplay' gig again," I whispered to Mitch, watching as Jerome failed at drawing a bacca eating fish on his homework. "Hey Ray! How about an old fashioned prank of ours?" Mitch smiled, tugging at my arm. "It'd be a pleasure! You in Jerome?" I asked, turning back to the boy who was frantically erasing the doodle.
"Nah G, fluffy doesn't want to risk recess," he answered, speaking in third person. "Jerome.. Your not fluffy..." Mitch laughed, waiting for his reaction. "No one instructs Me Mitch!" He replied, slamming the pencil on the table and looking up at us. "Ray, make me fan-art?" I shrugged. "I'm not a 'fan' but whatever," I sighed, setting my backpack on my chair tucked underneath my desk. Which was the one across Jerome. Yeah..
"What did you have in mind?" I asked Mitch, leaning back on my desk. He pulled out a container of liquid glue from his hoodie pocket. "Something sticky," he snickered, handing me it. "You genius Canadian," I evilly smiled, making my way to his desk, pretending I had a slip of paper for Mr R when he arrived. "I'll distract the others Mitch," I whispered, sliding the glue under the desk. He nodded and got down to his knees.
"Hey Guys!" I yelled through cupped hands. Everyone turned to me, ignoring the conversation they were in the middle of. It's easy to get everyone's attention. Of course if your not the teacher. "I'm g-going to.. Uh.." I extended 'uh' as I looked over to Mitch who was gesturing for me to say something. "I, RAVEN MONROE, AM GOING TO DO A FLIP OVER A CHAIR!" I yelled enthusiastically, grabbing a chair.
