Lunch Detention

How fun is that? Makes me look like bad girl. I am actually.

Today's probably the worst day of my life. Everything is just so terrible. This morning, I came late to school due to my freaking brain which was thinking a lot of nonsense stuffs last night and it only came to rest about 2 am. What was I thinking? The future. When I'll be with no one but myself. I feel happy just thinking about it. I want a house, I want an awesome car, I want to travel, I want every good stuff you could think of. But how could I get those? That's when I fell asleep.

So that was my fourth time to be late and should be the last. The woman talking to me was trying to make some joke. She told me the 8th late and its consequences and asked me what rhymes with eight. I didn't answer. My answer should be late. It's common sense. My mind only had one word which is straight. Probably because the woman's kind of a lesbi. I wonder what would have happened if I really spouted that word. It would have been fun. See? I am so bad.

First period, AP Biology, was horrible. I took that practice test and got below 50%. I don't know any of those stuffs. Thank god it's not graded. I wonder what would happen to me tomorrow, on the actual test. FAIL. Dayumm. That subject really freaks me out. Why did I have to take it? Well, I didn't. My mom chose it for me.

Second period was okay. Second period is always okay. Mr. Stetz is the man (that's Steven's line. lol). But we always have something to do. I don't mind though. He gives us enough time anyway.

Third period was the worst. First, that guy whom I liked before but now hate was assigned to sit in front of me. I was like "What the f*ck." He was so disturbed. I'm pretty sure he didn't want to be there. He left. That was a relief. I hope he won't sit there again. While discussing with that guy from Fortis Institute*, Mrs. Burns called me but I didn't know it was me, I wasn't paying attention. Then my classmates were looking at me and Steven told me "Justine, Mrs. Burns is calling you."
Then I said, "Oh, me?"
"You're the only Justine in here." He replied.
Then the class laughed. Amazing right? So I came in front and was told that some guy had to talk to me. I didn't know this guy would be the one who'll give me my lunch detention. So I was kind of pissed, I still thanked him though, I don't know why, then walked out and went back to class. When I entered, the man from Fortis was like "animal?" I ignored him and went straight to my seat. I mean, dude, animal? What am I supposed to say? I have no idea what your talking about. Then I realized he's asking me for one. Dog. Cat. Panda. Oh my god. Another round of laughter for them. It's like this guy is picking on me. After a while, he asked me another and my response was delayed. So another humiliation. Great. Just great. Then he left. Yay for me. Anyway, I'm so thankful for Steven being on the back of my seat. He's awesome. And he's the most friendly person ever. He talks to me even though I don't respond much. I'm socially awkward that's why. But I feel comfortable around him. He's just so nice.Third period is finally over. *Sigh*.

Fourth period was always fun. Less people in class and a nice teacher, Ms. Walton. She's so cool. More like the girl version of Mr. Stetz. I get along with everyone in there. And I love Accounting. It was just a typical day, nothing's up.

Lunch. Lunch. Lunch detention. Oooh. It was my first time and it was great. I would love to have a lunch detention everyday. Quiet. Peaceful. With my book. Everything's just right. I want to have lunch there til' the end of the school year.

Fifth period, nothing happened.

Sixth period, AP Calculus, was crazy. At first it was okay, but then the Chain Rule thing was so difficult I can't catch up *cry*. Maybe AP's are not my thing. They make me go crazy. They make me cry (not literally).

Finally, the worst day of my life is over. And I can't be late anymore because I'll be so dead. I don't want my parents to come with me at school. That's just terrible.

Hoping for a good day tomorrow.

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