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Monday, May 1st, Brontide High School, Homeroom, 7:52 am

It’s just a few minutes before I have to go to first period. I have Math for first period. Ugh, I know, but the way I think of it is that I get to get Math over with in the morning. The Math teacher is absolutely rude.

On the first few days of High School, she kept picking on me about the problems that we were learning. That was almost as humiliating as my incident in first grade!

Hands down, Mrs. Phillips is my least favorite teacher.

Oh, Nikki just passed me a note.

Are you sure you don’t want to go to the pep rally!? It won’t be the same without you! ~Nikki

Ugh, here we go.

Yes, I’m absolutely sure that I don’t want to go! My God, what is with you! Sophia is going! You be fine! ~Charlotte

What are you going to do while everybody else is having a good time then? COME ON!!! PLEASE GO!!!!!!

N to the O, NO. I’m going to be in the bathroom the whole time.

Doing what? Writing in your little diary? What’s with that anyway? When did you decide to start writing?

Remember that little incident in first grade?

Yeah, what does that have to do with a diary?

Well, I’m trying to prevent that from happening again by keeping my stupid thoughts inside of this. Get it?

Oh. I get it. I’ll tell Sophie about that so she won’t bother you like I just did. Sorry.

It’s okay. Thanks.

You’re welcome. OH! That’s the bell! See you later!

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