Wednesday February 13, 2019

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Today was pretty boring as always. During P.E. some girl and I got in trouble. One of my friends decided to get some peoples I.D.'s and put them around herself. We didn't know this would be counted as a dress code violation, and she was going to give our I.D.'s back at the end of class. So the teacher made a list, and scared us by bluffing about giving it to one of the most strict teachers. 

Then, for math, we just learned something new, social studies, we copied notes, and then lunch took forever. You know the friend that has the same name as the other that kind of looks like her sister. Well, she decided to wait for that girl, and we ended up at the end of the line and barely having enough time to finish our food.

The rest of the day I ate sweets, and guess who came to get more skittles. Yup, the guy from yesterday who took basically half of it. I was like, "NO! You took half of it yesterday!" His argument was, "That wasn't my fault, you're the one who poured it!". Yeah, and after that I was going to argue that I told him to give some back, but he walked away. So I just let him have the argument and poured the skittles. This time he got a decent amount! After, I gave the rest to a friend who was starving.......again.

Then at home, there was this super heavy package, and I couldn't carry it! It was a medium size package too! So I called mom, and she told me to leave it out there and that she would pick it up when she got home

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Then at home, there was this super heavy package, and I couldn't carry it! It was a medium size package too! So I called mom, and she told me to leave it out there and that she would pick it up when she got home. When she did, I had to stop writing and update this till Valentines Day. The package was salt that was supposed to help relax mom's hands since her veins are being clogged due to her pregnancy.

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