Jon Snow.
I've been binge-watching Game of Thrones. Maybe you can tell. Now my eyes are bleeding.
Today is a sad day. My dog died. You ask me 'You have a dog and never told me?'. That's because I wasn't particularly close to it. You see, it's a Chihuahua. It's name is Pinky. It wore a pink skirt. It also belongs...belonged to my mom. So maybe instead of my dog died I should write her dog died.
A dog is a dog, Ruben. It's still sad.
As you maybe know, today is also a Friday. Which means that I have arts class with Mrs. Potter. Yes, funny right? She could be Harry Potters aunt! But Mrs. Potters name isn't actually Mrs. Potter. It's Mrs. Avila. But Mrs. Avila/Potter likes to potter so we call her Mrs. Potter and not Mrs. Avila because a Potter is someone who likes to potter and oh my god, what the hell am I writing?
Even I'm confused
Anyway, Friday's also mean that I have arts class with the school's royals and their minions.
Yes, you read right. The entire gang bang. Ranging from arrogant Parker Hood to snobby Tamara Harris. From Holden Patch to Carlotta Henley.
When I had arts class for the very first time with them, I thought it would be bad. Badbadbadbadbad.
But then Lotta sat down right in front of me and everyone else of her terroristic friends sat down further away from me. And voilá, art class became my next favorite thing because it gives me the chance to talk with Lotta. We have talked so much till now. Our conversations are so very interesting. It goes like this:
Me: Can I borrow a pencil?
Lotta: Sure.
John, you must be thinking that I'm obsessed with Lotta. I always talk about her. Always.
I'm not obsessed with her. I'm just mesmerized that an angelic creature like her would willingly hang out with total losers like Hood and Patch. That's almost like eating Taco along with jam (if you can't tell: I despise jam).
I swear. Your similes.
Anyhow, today arts class was boring. Because Lotta wasn't in. I think she's sick. If she had been to school today, she would have put an end to the way Parker Hood was picking on a student. But unfortunately she wasn't. So that meant an innocent student was put into the claws of Hood.
Afterwards during lunch, while Scar, Mitchell and I were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria Kalani suddenly walked up to us and asked if she could join us.
That earned us a few gazes from everyone else. Because come on: the new girl with the outcasts?
Kalani however didn't seem to be bothered because she settled down and ate away while occasionally bumping shoulders with me and exchanging small talk.
Not to sound cheesy, John, but Kalani is kind of okay. Maybe she isn't as popular and nice as Lotta yet but I can see her being so in the future.
What makes you think that Lotta is better than Kalani? Those are just prejudices. Maybe Kalani is much nicer, friendlier, funnier and prettier than the supposed Queen?
Today's entry is gonna be short, because my mom wants to take me clothes shopping. I have to hide.
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