Whats up? Dude, so much crap has been going on to me. Did you know Mike has been cheating on all his papers by stealing my work off the internet? I don't know where or how he acquired all these hacking skillz, but believe me he is going to be caught. Mike, if you believe me, let me tell you, you are a wacko and you will be Exposed!
Also, this girl has been trying to help me with Bob. Well, I'd better not say her name. It's okay, Mike won't figure out who I'm talking about cause all the ladies LOVE me. And Mike won't talk to Bob, cause they're in rival fruit juice gangs ever since Mike made the switch to Kool-Aid.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
But then there's Bob
See Bob is this kid I met during the Wednesday kickball game that is so popular at our school. There was this time I was up to kick and Bob was sneaking in cause he thought I was going to do a kick-bunt, but sure enough, he was wrong. I ran up and booted it, thinking it would sail over his head and into left field, scoring two runs and winning the game. Then I would be the hero and of course fem-bot kickball superstar Susie would fall in love with me and we would have three kids. And a dog. Named Bowser.
But that's not what happened. Instead, I ran up and kicked it really hard...and it smashed Bob directly in the face. Sure enough, I was not a hero but rather a villain. The game had be stopped and then postponed while Bob was rushed to the school nurse. I had a lot of explaining to do.
All of this wouldn't have Ben a big deal except for Bob is the son of Debbie, counselor Debbie. Now Debbie sees to it that the wrong medicine gets fed to me. I try to tell my mom that I'm on the wrong medicine, but she isn't hearing it. Things have been bad between my mom and I ever since I told my mom about how Mike was slowly but surely ruining my life. The clever rat that he is, Mike lied his way out of it. So now I'm stuck on meds that I don't need, and I can see no way out of it.
But that's not what happened. Instead, I ran up and kicked it really hard...and it smashed Bob directly in the face. Sure enough, I was not a hero but rather a villain. The game had be stopped and then postponed while Bob was rushed to the school nurse. I had a lot of explaining to do.
All of this wouldn't have Ben a big deal except for Bob is the son of Debbie, counselor Debbie. Now Debbie sees to it that the wrong medicine gets fed to me. I try to tell my mom that I'm on the wrong medicine, but she isn't hearing it. Things have been bad between my mom and I ever since I told my mom about how Mike was slowly but surely ruining my life. The clever rat that he is, Mike lied his way out of it. So now I'm stuck on meds that I don't need, and I can see no way out of it.
Classface
"Put on your classface," Pete said.
"Your classface? What is, that like your gameface?"
"Yeah, but you know, for class, know what I'm saying?" Pete is full of fun commentary.
"I think," I sneered.
The class became silent as the teacher's imposing stance shunned all notion of interruption by even the noisiest student in the class.
"Hello class, happy Tuesday," Mrs. Wiedemeyer began.
No one echoed the sentiments. Tuesday is nobody's favorite, I thought. Sixth grade is really a pain in the ass. It seems like I've learned all this stuff before and junior high is already just six months away. Why don't we end school already? All I'm looking forward to is the class trip to Great America. Why am I in such a bad mood anyway? I'm not normally like this, am I?
I thought back to my last minutes before leaving the house. My mom was in such a strange mood.
I had seen her get like this before. It wasn't a mood I saw her in often, but there was something about it. Fear, I think it was. Oh, that's right. I asked her what she was doing later today and I got such an ambiguous answer. Ambiguous, that reminds me, I'd better study for the spelling bee today on my break. I hope my mom's not coming to school again today, I hope that's not why she was being so weird.
It would be the third time this month that my mom would be coming to see Debbie. Debbie is the school counselor, or at least mine. She's super nice, it's just that every time I am called in to see her, I know I am in for some super stupid analysis time. Why do need counseling anyway? It's not my fault Mike's such a dweeb.
Oh, Mike. Mike has been a pest ever since the fourth grade, when he first learned how to hack. I never should have given him my email address, he sees it as his personal chore to make my day a living hell.
"Your classface? What is, that like your gameface?"
"Yeah, but you know, for class, know what I'm saying?" Pete is full of fun commentary.
"I think," I sneered.
The class became silent as the teacher's imposing stance shunned all notion of interruption by even the noisiest student in the class.
"Hello class, happy Tuesday," Mrs. Wiedemeyer began.
No one echoed the sentiments. Tuesday is nobody's favorite, I thought. Sixth grade is really a pain in the ass. It seems like I've learned all this stuff before and junior high is already just six months away. Why don't we end school already? All I'm looking forward to is the class trip to Great America. Why am I in such a bad mood anyway? I'm not normally like this, am I?
I thought back to my last minutes before leaving the house. My mom was in such a strange mood.
I had seen her get like this before. It wasn't a mood I saw her in often, but there was something about it. Fear, I think it was. Oh, that's right. I asked her what she was doing later today and I got such an ambiguous answer. Ambiguous, that reminds me, I'd better study for the spelling bee today on my break. I hope my mom's not coming to school again today, I hope that's not why she was being so weird.
It would be the third time this month that my mom would be coming to see Debbie. Debbie is the school counselor, or at least mine. She's super nice, it's just that every time I am called in to see her, I know I am in for some super stupid analysis time. Why do need counseling anyway? It's not my fault Mike's such a dweeb.
Oh, Mike. Mike has been a pest ever since the fourth grade, when he first learned how to hack. I never should have given him my email address, he sees it as his personal chore to make my day a living hell.
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