jeremy shada, a kind stranger

bipolar school

I swear I feel totally bipolar about school, I mean one day I'll consider staying home and suffering my moms wrath, and the other I'll be super excited to see Sydney and be completely encouraged to do good with my stupid school work and anyone could guess which one it was today.  The bus screeched to a stop and I shoved my sketch pad and pen away and zipped my red backpack.  Sydney was waiting for me outside and I loved that, even though I don't have a group of friends, seeing sydney waiting for me made me feel special, like someone really cared about me and it was one of the best feelings out there. Lets go! here I got your schedule slow poke she said, Ok thx I hope were in the same classes! My eyes trailed down the sheet of paper before me as my forhead wrinkled and my face was plastered with a frown. What wrong? she said, we only have one freakin class together I said all of a sudden Sydney had the same expression as me and we decided that for all but one class we were going to be loners. The bell rang as both our heads jolted up like dogs and we walked to our classes taking our seperate ways in the huge dreary school.