Middle School

Entry 2: 9/5/20

It's been a while since I've written in this. I had to stop thinking about Charlotte picking that other guy over me. That doesn't matter anymore, anyway. It was a while ago. I should be over it. 

 School hasn't been great lately, but it hasn't been bad either. It would be better if I had any classes with Charlotte but we text a lot before and after school. We'll text for hours ranting about how our days went, sharing funny stories, and cheering each other up. Every minute of it is simply amazing. That's why I'll never tell her how I feel. It wouldn't lead anywhere, and then it would be awkward around her. And another thi- Sorry, bus is here. Got to go!

School was horrible today. It started off fine. The start of science was good, but it spiraled downwards really quickly. The project was simple. Mr. Wilson mixed two white powders together (insert cocaine joke here), and we had to figure out what they were by doing a bunch of experiments, like dropping water into them, etc. I was with Jamie, who I've only known for a short time. He's pretty cool.  When Mr. Wilson gives us the nine white substances Jamie screamed out, "CAN WE SNORT THE SUBSTANCES?!" He's really immature but I like that in people. At the end of class, we got down to 3 possible mixtures. 

In art, we were working on a one-point perspective project. I'm horrible at art, (like I am at everything else) and since we just started this project I didn't really want to work. There was one problem with my plan. I may or may not have forgotten that Regina wanted to work and that she's the only 'friend' I have in art. Needless to say, after 10 minutes, she screamed, "SHUT UP!" as loud as she could. I almost fell out of my chair to be honest. I decided to stay quiet for the rest of the period.

Next, I had Elective, which sucks. They treat us like idiots, like I mentioned before, and no one I know goes there because they all made it into Spanish. I just sat there listening to music for the start of class. But, like all things, I had to stop. The teacher caught me, and there's a strict no-music policy in our school.

Afterwards, it was time for ELA, which is somehow worse. The first week was pretty good, but Jamie's the only one who sits with me now that the seats have been shuffled. Jamie's cool and all, but Mrs. Smith hates us both, so she yells at us for doing nothing. For example, looking at each other is apparently a terrible enough crime that threats can be issued out. Who would've guessed? Anyways, Mrs. Smith just gave us a packet to do in 30 minutes. I finish quickly, but barely anyone else is done by the end of the time, so she gives the class an extra 50 minutes to finish. In which, I did nothing. Mrs. Smith doesn't let us talk or listen to music (she plays instrumental piano covers on the speakers), so I didn't have anything I could do. She tried to make me read, but I haven't even picked up a book since I was 5. Reading is the bane of my existence. I would rather die than read a novel. So, once again, I stared at the floor. Just like elective. Starting to see a pattern?

Regina, the little Ms. Perfect that she is, thinks that I get in these 'moods' where I don't care about anyone or anything. Well, the truth is I'm just too bored to think about work or other people's problems. At lunch, she sits next to me and apologizes for what happened. It wasn't really her fault anyway. I am pretty annoying, after all. Charlotte was at the same table. I mentioned something about the show Friends, something we both loved, and got into a discussion about what the best episode was. It was pretty cool that I was finally getting to talk to her, but our little chat was interrupted by Paul. Charlotte dropped a candy wrapper, and Paul told her that she dropped the soap and then threw the wrapper away for her. She started laughing uncontrollably, which was pretty frustrating.

But the show must go on. PE was next, and we played football, which I'm OK at. Paul was in PE, so I got revenge on him for lunch by tackling him with all my weight. Didn't really make me feel better, but it was pretty funny watching a "Cool Kid" sprawled out on the dirt.

Finally, I went to math. Math makes me feel really smart because I actually like math and learn things at home, so I already knew everything we're being taught. Well, besides quadratics, cause those are boring as crap. After neglecting to take notes, I did the homework. Some classmates asked me for answers, which I would usually give them, but I wasn't really feeling up for it today. Finally, school ends.

I texted Charlotte when I got home, and we had an argument about which superhero was the coolest. Then, out of the blue, she just starts talking about Paul and how much she likes him for, I kid you not, 30 minutes. During which, she left the conversation (presumably to go talk to Paul). Nope. That's it. I quit life. Goodnight.