Again. 10 minutes. Legs tired from soccer so I doubt I'll be walking home this time. We won 3 nil. Can't go for help coz all the teachers have gone home. This time I wrote it in big bold letters all over the calendar. I am so cold. Hungry. Bus ride back was hell. When Leila got off they started playing one direction. I am scarred for life. This time I have the phone but there's no credit. Getting colder and colder. 20 minutes. Frisbee time! Stupid kookaburras, laughing at my misfortune. Oh great. Its raining. 30 minutes. That’s it, I'm going home. *catches bus*
