Tick tock.

School

  Every person on the bus screamed. Well, I'm sure there is a few who held it in or were speechless. The bus driver is crazy and took a pothole at 50 mph. when I say pothole, think kid die pool sized. I'm only 5" and I still banged my head on the ceiling. I screamed the most because I was still scared from my early morning encounter. Are the walls on the bus enclosing me? Great. Now I'm claustrophobic. Just what I need. Well, no more taking the bus.

  When I get to school I have to walk all the way to the end of the seventh grade hallway because that's where my locker is. I'm new here and it seems the put all of the new kids lockers towards the end. I say 'hi' to my friends as I pass them. Alyssa, Jennifer, Amy, Ariana, and Camilla only when I pass Jennifer I tap her shoulder and run. I know other people, but these are my best friends. I've only been here for a couple months but I found where I belong. I know I must be lucky.

  My first class is science.. ugh . I'm uncomfortable in science because I sit in front of my crush, Tobias. The thing about me is, you read all of these books where the awkward girl gets the guy or at least a guy, but that never happens to me. It never will either. Its probably because I don't act. Me and my best friends know about me liking him but literally nobody else does. I can't even look at him in the eye. Whenever I pass back papers I look at his desk, but our eyes never meet. That's what facebook is for. Doing what I can't do in person.

   I wish I could ask my friends for help but they all think he's ugly, and Jen is wrapped up in another guy, Josh. I don't really see what she sees in Josh but hey, she doesn't see what I see in Tobias. At least she can flirt with him, I can't even look at Tobias, let alone talk or flirt. I was never good with guys.

  But back on topic, that's not the only reason I hate science. We have a bitch witch for a teacher. She has batty hair that she probably got from the dollar store. It has never been brushed either. It looks like she just came back to civilization from being in the wilderness. Her desk is at the opposite corner from my seat and I can still smell her breath. It smells like old coffee and cigarettes. I hate it. And to top it off, she hates me. The whole class will be talking or sleeping and she yells at me for doodling. Really? Despicable. When we had the constitution to study for, she wouldn't let us, claiming that the little science test we had coming up was much more important. Well she wasn't a math teacher for a reason considering she thinks 15>100. Well odviously. The bell goes off and snaps me back to reality.