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I'm guessing this will be a long entry.
You're welcome for the warning!

Today was not how I planned it to be. I think I cursed myself.
P.E. wasn't so good. Daniel is acting weird towards me and I do not know why.

When I got to 2cnd we had to do some ******** Jeopardy for our history test. I picked the lowest number, 5. When i was asked the question, I said, "My name is Christine Collins. On March 10th, my 9 year old son, Walter Collins, disappeared-"

That was all that got out of me because Vincench interrupted me.
"Hey, I wasn't finished!"

Flashback! No, just kidding, I just remembered, when i walked into class, Quoc saw me and jumped. He did it on purpose, but it kind of upset me. "See Vincench!" I shouted, "This is exactly what people do in the hallways! You know what? In P.E. some1 screamed 'oh look, a running dyke!'"

She showed that she cared, but it was hard to believe her performance.

Later we went to the cafeteria to do some voting thing. Of course, I put Obama and No on Prop 8.

In lunch, Caitlyn's friend, if he could even be considered 1, kept making fun of Prop 8. I gave him a good chasing 'round and then shoved him. I grabbed him to punch him, but he was so tiny I didn't want to. Not short tiny, but skinny tiny. He looked like a little kid for a moment and I felt bad. Caitlyn stopped me anyway, but I kept repeating, "But I wanna punch him."

In French today, I recognized some1 who haunts my thoughts everyday. John.
I started bringing a knife to school every single day, waiting for the right time.
When I stopped caring about the consequences, and built up the courage, I had forgotten my knife at home. When I returned, I realized my b***h of a mother confiscated it.

So see, I could've killed him.

But that isn't the point. My point, and I do have 1, is that this imbasule is in my class and I cannot stand him. I marched up to him, infront of the teacher, "What the ******** are you doing here!?"

Before he could answer, I was escorted outside and had a good talking to. I had made an agreement. I will not talk to him in class, but out of class, I can do whatever I please.

When class was over, I quickly followed this b*****d. I yanked the back of his jacket to turn him around. "Why the ******** are you in my class?"

"I dropped out of Spanish." He murmured.

"You did this on purpose, huh? I know you did! Is this funny to you? Look!"
I showed him the scars on my wrist.
"This is all your fault!" I continued, "You did this to me!"

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes you did. This is your fault."
He began to walk away.
"Do you know what I'm going through? I'll kill you!"

Caitlyn saw.
********.

I made my way over to her and before I knew it I began crying uncontrollably onto her shoulder. I tried to tell her that John was in my class, but I broke down. People were giving me weird looks. At least Caitlyn comforted me.

I explained the situation and that I was going to have this fixed by the counselor.
Caitlyn offered to come with me.

It didn't help, but we did get slips to go back to class after I was done complaining.
The counselor forgot to put our returning time on the sheets.
You know what that means, right?
Free ditch!

So Caitlyn and I were lucky for a bit, but she was all worried. It gets annoying after a while. Not to be rude or anything, but it kills the mood when your girlfriend is begging you to let her go back to class. Eventually, I let her go.

I called my ma's cell on mine. I explained what happened. I'm never honest with my ma, ever, but I thought it would do me some good for once.

While walking to class, I ran into Vincench, who assumed I was ditching, which I kind of was. She said she talked to Smoot and I'll probably be sent to the office sometime soon. I think that was the only time I thanked her for having me sent to the office.

When I went to biology I handed the sub the slip. Corky had seen my crying so he asked what's wrong. Soon every1 in class knew and I was being offered tons of hugs. I felt a lot better and I got to go home 5 minutes early.

Now I'm fine, but that son of a b***h, that ******** b*****d, better be out of my damn class tomorrow.

-Next Day-

GUESS WHAT!

I complained so much about John being in my French class that he got kicked out!
Isn't that great!?

Yeah, that's really it.