Monday, December 6, 2004

   ( mad face) The worst Day of My Life >_< GGGGGGRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Today was just THE WORST DAY EVER. and since it was so bad let me tell you about it. First I go to school in second hour Chris(alex you know him) kept poking me because of something we all did on this game. Then I'm really pissed off, because the kid next to me in Math class doesn't pay any attenion to the teacher. Cause he's always on his cell phone texting.So he's always asking me what we are doing and I don't not how to explain things so I just yelled my head off today. Then when I got out of that class(it starts to get better) Broke and my friend Jon were whating for me. and I was telling Brooke how pissed off i was and I told her I needed to hit someone really hard. So she let me hit her then she hit me back, cause she was really mad to. And then we both hit Jon. I tryed not to hit them really hard. Then at lunck Me and Brooke had a few good laughs. That made me feel a hell of alot better. But then Art came. Well in Art class Chris found out if you put a line on my arm you get a white line(since my arms are so dry)So he just sat there craving tic-tac-toe into my arm until I told him to stop cause it hurt so much. HE said he was sorry then started craving the word SORRY into my hand. Which hurt way more then my arm! And while Chris was doing this my hand was in a half fist. And then O'Neal bangs his fist on top of my hand and crushs it! That hurt so bad at.........at I started to cry and laugh at the same time. I don't know why I was laughing I just was. Maybe because it hurt so much and yet was fooless at the same time. I don't know but He only got 4 tears out of me I'm not the kind of girl that crys my heart out just out of pain. Well Then I stared to smart talk O'Neal so him came over to my side of the table and started poking mye with his hands, But it felt like birds picking at me. Then I stared to laugh after that to. Then went class got out I stared to RUN!!! I ran as fast as I could and O'Neal was right behind me chasing me as if I was a deer to be hunted down. He yelled after me saying I would never escape him. And he was right He stared to pick me with a penceil. My sleves were up so he sorta got my arm pretty good. i stared walking down the hall way and he came back, but i stoped him and showed him what he did to my arm. Him looked at me as if sorry for what he did. But that look can only last for so long. And it's funny bu I felt a little better at the end of the day maybe bacause I went to one of my other friends at cared about me. We talked, and of corse I never told about what O'Neal had done. But I got a hug and then I went home did my homework and now I'm here.


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