Ugh! Hate the RRB so much! Its like torture, having them here in my school. Second day with them and I already want to bite their heads off. And thats saying something, because I'm normally not the violent one, and prefers to stay away from fighting. But these Rowdyruffs..they get on my last nerve!
So far, Boomer hasn't done anything THAT bad, just talk a lot. (Seriously, this guy is like a chatterbox!) Although, Butch (or as Buttercup calls him, Butt! Speaking of which, I still haven't told them that the RRB go to my school.) and Brick are a whole other story.
Heres how it went.
Boomer: Hello! My names Boomer. Whats your name? You know, you look fimiliar. Have I seen you from anywhere?
Me: Oh! My names Bu-erm I mean Miyako. A-and no. I'm pretty sure you haven't seen me anywhere.
Boomer: Oh, alright. Hello Miyako. Sorry, you just look so fimilar.
Me: Its alright, it happens often. (Phew, nice save.)
(Brick and Butch sit behind me) Butch: You know what Blondie? You do look fimiliar. (Okay, maybe not-so-nice save)
Me: (Starts to panick inside)
Brick: Yeah, you do.
(Butch snaps his fingers) Butch: I've got it! You look like one of them Powerpuffs.
(Brick nods head in agreement.) YOU DO! You like the blue one whats-her-face
Boomer: Bubbles!
Me: What? Me? No silly. My name is Miyako. Not Bubbles.
Boomer, seems to believe me: its an honest mistake.
Brick and Butch uncertainly: You look EXACTLY like her.
Me: W-well, I'm NOT her.
Boomer left it alone, however, the rest of the class Brick and Butch kept throwing crumpled up paper at me. Until I finally yelled at them to stop it.
This is going to be one LONG year.
