I feel that the chemistry teacher hate me. Not that he ever said that. If he would.
My grades are okay, not amazing, but he just tells me what I should have done after grading the paper. Sucks. Also the cafeteria.
That amazing loud place where millions of teenagers eat or pick on each other or do other grouse stuff I won’t even tell. I wish I could read and eat in the library. Yes, at the same time.
The only problems is that Madame librarian seems to never eat and to be there for the sole purpose of guarding it against food. I know most of the classmates but not really.
This is the latest for saying I have no friends.
Today while I was chewing my sandwich I quickly made up this morning, Lizzy came up and flopped on the empty space I forgot to put my backpack on.
On a side note, she is a thin tall girl who is in grade nine and wear tiny plaid skirts.
“Hey, Cluer. Is that you?” She turned her shiny rectangle to my face and I saw a photo of me and Emma.
What? We made a selfie last week after the piano lesson, but I never thought she would share it anywhere. I look terrible!
“Yea.” Can she leave me alone?
“This is Emmma Blanche! Do you know her? love her music! I actually cried the time I heard ‘Pink Tones’! Are you related? Is she your sister?
” Her loud squealing tempted munchkins around and I was surrounded.