Every school has that one weird group of kids in that weird sorting system that makes sense to everyone. Thats why everyone stayed in their groups. Here are the stories of the "Weird ones", as i called us. That in its own is a complement.
Ingredients to make a Heather coffie shake. *One cup of coffie hot or cold it doesn't matter *Three scoops of chocolate icecream *1/4 cup of milk *and as much honey as you want *also mix well
This was my newfound morning energy drink. I swear I put honey in or on everything. On icecream, ramen noodles, spaghetti o's, peanut butter sandwich, and even in vegetable soup. Thats just to name a few. I was now on my third cup though, on a Saturday, with a headache, allergies, and I have to do the laundry. ---------------- Monday *yay* The only thing I even like about school is my friends, and the library, and occasionally lunch. I couldn't wait till Thursday though, they always serve enrolls for lunch on Thursday.(In my opinion though they needed honey.)So basically I hop my way into school thanks to the Heather shake and a honey bun for breakfast. "Well someone is hyper today" Caden smiled as I sat beside him waiting for the bell to ring so we could go to first block. "I basically ate a cup of sugar for breakfast, not that I needed it." He slightly smiled because he knew I didn't need sugar to get me through the day. My enthusiasm would do that for me. I am slightly probably bipolar though. I can go from being very tedious and nice to wanting to rip your throat out and bathe in the blood of my enemies if pushed too far. Though all of my friends tell me im to nice to do that. They are right. For starters I dont think I could hurt anything. My tantrums are like Fluttersky getting frustrated and kicking a vase. --The Fourth block bell rings and im currently walking to math class as I see one of my old teachers. "HI MR.SIKORSCAT" I nearly yelled it but I didn't care. All the teacher's knew I was basically as random as you could get. Thats how I liked it to.His real name was Sicorski. "Hello Heather" He waved and kept walking. I remember Max and I would skip down the math hall to lunch arm in arm singing. "WERE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ " etc. You get the gist im sure. Now everything is fine and dandy on a school day until the realisation hits you that you have marching band practice and you forgot your practice uniform shirt. The Heather solution, wear a grey hoodie in the sweltering heat. It honestly don't bother me. The hoodie is an extra large and I originally wear a medium. Thats one good part the other is half the time I never sweat though everyone else says that isn't goid but I dont care im as cool as a cucumber at room temperature. When 5:00 hits we all shag ass out of there and I still have people asking how can I wear a hoodie on such a hot day. Thats when Jose said. "Its Heather haven't you learnd we dont question her, she is just a Heather." I smiled. Thats me alright. The one everyone questions but at the same time doesn't. --------------------------------------------- So i hope you guys liked this chapter.
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Here is my buddy Max.
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The poor child asleep at his stand, yeah that's my clarinet child Jose. Give sympathy please, hes the only guy among 5 girls.
