Tuesday, November 6th,
Jenna is even more of a-um, you know what I mean, then I thought. Don't get me wrong, I'm more amused with what she did then mad, because as of now, and what she has done to me, I don't really care, because I haven't done anything to her. Although, I'm sure if you ask her it would a total sap story about how she is the victim and I, the villain.
What ever, this is what happened.
I told something to Mary privately, and when we came back Jenna was all defencive and kept saying it didn't matter that much, probably hoping I would decide that it wasn't a big deal and tell her, when I didn't, she got mad. She took a screw out of her pocket and asked me to hold it, I shook my head and said, 'Nah, I don't want to."
I think that ticked her off even more, because she shoved the screw into my pocket and said, "Screw you," then walked away. I watched her, mildly amused, because really, I didn't care.
Summer smirked and said, "Ooh, I think Jenna just ditched Andy (me)," yet both her and Mary were still standing with me.
Mary looked after Jenna then said, "Nope, she just ditched all of us," boy did that ever make Summer's face fall. Because I mean, who would walk away from the all mighty Summer?!? By the way, that was a little thing called sarcasm.
Jenna then promptly ignored us until last recess, when she decided it was too much to be without Mary I presume, I kept whispering in a really creepy soft voice to Mary, (because I know she hates creep soft voices), something.... I'm deciding to not share.....
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I am wondering how many of you have become an ANA? Oh who am I kidding, I made it up! Nobody will ever master it.... unless of course, I choose to teach some kind of course on it. Hmmmmm.
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