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Wednesday, October 10
Another regular Wednesday. I just can’t wait for Friday. I missed the bus, (because of my stupid alarm clock) fell in some mud, ruining my brand-new jeans, and, of course, was extremely annoyed by Vanessa and the “Cliques”. That’s my nickname for all the popular kid groups. Vanessa, by the way, is the queen of all the Cliques. She’s mean, she’s popular, and any guy would drop dead from her so called “gorgeous looks”. She always passes me in the hall, snickers, looking down like she disapproves of me with my loser clothes and says “Geeks, they ruin my day, “as if she decides what’s best, coolest , and what not. If you asked my opinion, she’s one ugly, stinky, dumb, troll that can disguise herself very, very, well. Like one of those Spiderwick demons. All of the students here would do ANYTHING to be her friend, (and don’t get me started on what all the boys, who want a date, would do for her.)
Any who, we had the dreaded, P.E today. P.E is the worst class for many reasons . . .
1. It makes you sweat and stink.
2. It makes you tired and weak.
3. It embarrasses you in front of the whole class if you make the slightest mistake
4. It has the worst teacher ever!
If you are playing a competitive sport, and you lose, you have to climb ropes while trying not to get hit by dodge balls thrown by the rest of the class.
We have it right after lunch, making everyone sick to their stomach.
7. Many other reasons, but I don’t even want to go there.
For lunch we had the mystery meat with a side of mixed fruit. What could be worse? I think they have everything except fruit in the mixed fruit. I’m pretty sure they put what they clean out of the shower stalls in the mystery meat. Although people are trying to convince me I was imagining, I swear my food actually moved. EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!So, after lunch everyone started looking a little green, and P.E didn’t make it any better what-so-ever!
The only reason I really go to school is because of my best friend in the entire universe, Leila . . . and maybe because of my crush, Kason. The only things that are bad about him are that Vanessa likes him, which kind of makes him an impossible crush, and the fact that Leila also has a crush on him. I’m pretty sure he likes one of us because he’s always talking to us instead of the popular guys; I’m just not sure which of us he likes. SO complicated.
Other than school, Vanessa, and the rest of the bad things I mentioned, my life is good. Not great, but good. My mom just made me some of her famous feel-good soup. I can hear her sweet sounding voice calling my name.
”Rose, I made your favorite soup, hurry downstairs, it’s getting cold.” Oh yeah, Rose is my name. I go by my middle name, because my mom thinks it “represents” me. Ever since, my face turned completely red, at a Kindergarten play, she’s called me that.
I ran downstairs. The wonderful smell of chicken and a variety of spices filled the air. I sighed, taking in a deep breath. I rushed to the dining room table where my turquoise bowl sat, not wanting to wait even a second to take a spoonful of my mom’s wonderful, sensational soup, but the unthinkable had happened. My bowl was empty besides some noodles and maybe a drop of broth. I heard giggling under the table. My body filled with anger.
“GET OUT HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!!!!!” I yelled as I rushed under the table at lightning speed. I grabbed his shirt before he had a chance to escape. If you thought no one could ever be so attached to soup, than you’re wrong.
“Mommy! She’s hurting me! Get her off!” he yelled as I started to knock him to the floor.
“Rose! There is no reason to be hurting your brother like that.” I can’t say I was surprised. Even though I had barely touched him, his crying act always fooled mom. I grumbled under my breath.
“Mommy, it hurts so badly!”
“Rose, to your room, now,”my mom said in a tone that meant she was serious.
“But, mom! That’s not fair!” I said in my defense.
“What’s not fair? That you get the consequences for your actions?”
“No! But, look Jake’s fine.” At the mention of his name my brother looked up.
“Oh . . . WAHHHH!!!” he said bursting into fake tears.
“Just go to your room, Rose.”
“But-“
“NOW!” she yelled angrily. I trudged up the stairs, and into my room. I flopped down on my bed where I am now. I guess I’ll just have to go to sleep on an empty stomach.
Thursday October 11
Thursday again? I thought we had Thursday last week. I don’t want to wake up! Jake came in my room and shook me so hard; I think my arm went to Jupiter. There are only a couple good things about Thursday. The next day is Friday, and I get to sit by anyone in class, because it’s SCIENCE! Kason and Leila are in that class too, so I sat next to them!
Today we have (drumroll please) Art, yay!!!! Art is the best class in the whole entire day of Thursday. We get to use watercolors today to color our still life projects we did last week. I drew a wooden man-doll, Leila drew a seashell, and Kason drew an apple next to a glass bottle. I think ours turned out pretty good. Vanessa drew a pine cone, which looked like a porcupine holding a suffocated squirrel. She used it for fishing out compliments by saying it was ugly, which I agreed with. There’s nothing like insulting Queen of Cliques first thing in the morning.


We just had lunch. All of the Cliques sitting at their popular table; with everyone crowding their precious ruler, Vanessa. I was sitting at the “loser” table with Leila, and some other kids that didn’t qualify to be part of the Cliques.
Today we had pizza with a side of cookies. I love Thursday’s lunches. The lunch ladies are still mean, but they usually lighten up a little on Thursday. After lunch it’s math and we always learn the hardest stuff. Our teacher, Mr. Kandercane (Mr. Candy Cane to most) expects us to learn the whole unit in less than a week. He asked me to come up to the board and do this equation:


I made the mistake of writing this:
∑ ™ β £ ≥ ≠ ∞
I don’t know what that even means! I kind of just put some symbols I knew, so I wasn’t surprised when he told me it was wrong and to sit down. Then he asked Leila to answer it. She went up and neatly wrote:

The Answer!!!

“Correct!” Mr. Kandercane congratulated. ”At least someone here pays attention,” he added under his breath.
When Leila came back to her seat, one of the kids behind me muttered “Teacher’s Pet, Teacher’s Pet.” I turned around. Leila wasn’t beaming anymore. She looked really hurt.
“It’s okay, it was just a stupid joke,” I said trying to sound comforting. Leila cheered up a little.
Finally, it was Language Arts. I don’t really like language arts except for the fact it’s my last class. Today we had to write an essay on cursive. We had to write about either getting rid of it or keeping it. I really don’t care if we keep cursive or not, but I wrote about keeping it. Then my teacher started talking on how we have to write a story about a magical website… blah, blah, blah. I finished my story and earned a perfect score for my creativity, but I didn’t want to brag because bragging reminds me of Vanessa.
School was finally over. I had to go to the mall with Mom and Jake because Jake’s friend (Leo, I think) was having a birthday party so Jake needed to buy him a present and my mom had to get her friends’ a wedding present.
“You take Jake to the kids’ aisle and we’ll meet back here for lunch,” my mom told me. Jake rushed off to see all the toys.
“I want this

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