Explanation

Two in two days!!!

I'm writing this is in homeroom at the end if the day.

Yep, another one.

Mrs. Flan is yelling at anyone who was late for homeroom.

My friend still hasn't put up the new chapter for her fanfic. She told me this morning before school I should tell you guys which character is mine.

The character's name is Indie Wolfe. I'm gonna leave the describing of her to Sarah.

I know I was annoying her the other day when I kept messaging her about the description. I was going into so much detail and I was spreading the description into so many messages.

I feel so sorry for her.

Also, this guy Ryan Lacey lost his library book. Mrs. Flan was questioning him about where it was. He said he had handed it off to a friend and everyone in the class (except a few) thought that his friend was imaginary, which I find degrading not only to Ryan, but to the people who were saying it.

You see, Ryan is special ed. Meaning he has a different classes and a different thought process than a lot of others.

In the middle of the year, people in our homeroom were literally calling everything he did disgusting.

I want to ring all of their necks.

NEXT DAY

So, I'm staying home today because I'm sick.

My science teacher always says that my generation is getting too accustomed to antibiotics and that our bodies are developing an immunity to them. Like how we get antibiotics all the time if we get sick.

And in my head, I'm thinking of all the times I've gotten antibiotics.

There was one time a couple years ago when I got really bad strep throat and I had to get a shot in my butt ( it was either that or have to a really bad tasting medicine for ten days, frankly rather have the shot)

Then, after that, I can't think of anything else. And I'm not counting vaccines (chickenpox, tetanus, all those good things), because those prevent things.

Antibiotics help treat the sickness that someone already has.

Oh, quests what?

I got glasses!!!!

I can actually see stuff now!!!

I don't need them all the time, just when I read and to see the board in school.

I get out of school next week, which is fun. June 19th, I think.

You know what's really disgusting?

This girl, she slept over my house last weekend along with my other friend. The next night My mom comes into my room asking if this pair of underwear is mine. She shows me them and then tells me something.

She had found them in between my sink and the wall in the downstairs bathroom.

And guess what they were covered in?

Poop. Shit. Crap. Whatever the hell you wanna call it.

Well, the other friend and I knew they were the girl's, because they weren't mine and they were to big to be hers.

So, we confronted the girl on kik. She kept saying they weren't hers.

Then she said something about them being designed.

Neither I nor my friend had said anything about them being designed. So we asked her how she knew they were designed.

She said she saw them in my bathroom.

Even if they weren't yours (which I'm pretty convinced they were), it's really fucked up to see shit-covered underwear and not tell anyone.

So, what we've gathered from this is that girl does not have any respect for my house, my family, me, or herself.

And I'm never talking to her again.

Well, with that pleasant story, I shall bid you goodbye.

Good Night And Good Dreams

Katie Houde, signing out