Dear Diary,
I punched someone today. He deserved it. He deserved all that was coming to him, he even got detention. Then I did too. Now I have to spend thirty minutes in a gym running. That's right, 30 fucking minutes running. My school is different from other schools. When we get in trouble we don't spend an hour in a classroom doing nothing instead they come up with brand new punishments every time someone breaks the rules. Trust me, I should know this, I break the rules all the time.
But I don't like running. I don't like gym. I don't like Brandon. I've told you about Brandon before, right? You know, the cocky dude that gets in everybody's face because he thinks he rules the school? The popular football player that tames anything that walks? The guy that hates me because I'm the only one that won't succumb to his way?
Yeah, you already know who I'm talking about. I wrote about him before, back in the olden days. Or younger days, really.
I have to see him after school for detention. After the study hall I'm in. I could always ditch though. But I've already ditched so many detentions and my mom would yell at me again.
Fine. I'll go but I'm taking my taser with me just incase he tries anything. You can never be to careful. Should I bring my brass knuckles too?
3:04 on a Thurs. Jan, 11.
Yours Truly,
Java Faul
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