Dear Diary,
Ugh, I hate my teacher Mrs. Fleeger(non changed name... she can know that I hate her guts). Here's why:
It was last Thursday, the day of the science and world studies test.
I finished my test early, so I went on my phone.
Jazzy also finished early, and she was reading her book.
Jazzy took one glance at my phone, and Mrs. Fleeger came and said 'I'm calling your parents.
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My first thought was, why are you calling my parents? I didn't actually do anything!
But instead of saying that, I just gave her a questioning look, and so did Jazzy.
'Im calling your parents because you guys are sharing a phone, and your playing fist games, and your being loud.' She said.
Fisting? What the heck? And Jazzy glanced at me phone, not shared it.
Anywho, after she walked away, Jazzy told me *im going to skip it because it's not my business to tell* and just yesterday, I almost got my phone tooling away because of it.
My mom wouldn't believe me, no matter what I told her.
Well, haha on Mrs. Fleeger, because I'm writing this in her class!
Well better go before I get in trouble.
Trinity out.
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My Diary
Non-Fiction•Ok. First of all, this is a true story. •Second, I changed all the names so no one will be upset I put them in this story, or if they see something bad about them. •Third, I'm writing this story to share my feelings, and that's it. I may update e...
