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Name: Luna.
Mood: Music lovin', passionate.
Dear Diary,
Today I got in trouble with my Language Arts teacher. She's a b***h. I'm what they call a "class clown." Psshh. Humans. I am not a class clown. I'm not obnixious. I just point out when she says the obvious, and I say thing that I think about what she said. I'm the most mellow person in the class, and yet, I got in trouble. Everyone was yelling, and rather than shrieking, "Everyone just shut the hell up!" I wrote on my slate, "Shush please." And everyone else started writing "Quiet" and "Shut up" and "Hush your yap" and whatever, and then Autumn just writes "Banana." So we all start laughing. The teacher got mad, I swallowed my giggles and smoothed my face like a ripple smoothing on a lake. She launches into this looooooong lecture on how we need to pull our acts together, and a person just sits there, wide eyed, jaw hanging open, head angled back, and then sneezes and snorts. So instead of laughing, I just smirked for a split second, the when our teacher gives me the "You are sooo on my s**t list" look, I quirked the side of my mouth. And I'm thinking "Bring it on you old hag." Then I quirked the side of my mouth again. And then she says, "Luna, you can't even pull yourself together!" And everyone turned to stare. I turned off my headphones, stood up and put my shoulders back. Then I adress her in an extremely quiet tone, "Excuse me, what?" Then she's all like, "Out in the hall." And I just say in that same tone, "Why should I? You have no reason." Then she's like, "You were still smiling after everyone was quiet." And I'm soooo pissed at this point, so I say in a mildly angry tone, "No I wasn't." Then our bitchy teacher was like, "Out in the hall!" So I shrug, grabbed my CD player and earphones and headed into the hall. Yeah. I know. Totally lame.
And I was freaking pissed in Reading, because we had this slutty substitute. Ugh man was she a slut. Yet all the boys were-practically- drooling. I swear to Christ she was only 18. And she was almost, almost hotter than me. Or so Jake says(Goddamn he's a pervert!). And so the boys were all passing notes about homecomeing dance to me, and then Ms. Fischer walks in. With her, brown hair and big hips and tan skin and her lipstick and her tramp stamp and miniskirt and tanktop and heels and... UGH. Made me wanna puke. I gave a sour look at her when she walked passed me. Surprisingly, she didn't see. I sit in the front row, so I got the worst of her. And here I am, laying back in my chair, one earphone out, one earphone in, jamming out to Nickelback, and she ******** takes my CD player!!! And I sit up and stare into her eyes, my dark green eyes like the bowels of hell- I could practically feel them spilling rage into the atmosphere- compared to her open, light blue ones. I drew my lips back into a snarl, stood up, several inches taller than her, and said in a deadly but calm tone, "Give me my Memorex." And she stares at me in the eye- which I hate- and says, "No." So I growl and sit back down in my original position, reaching for my CD player- which I hide in my desk- and then I remember: Luna no music. And everyone fears me and avoids me during that period because I turn into such a cranky witch when I don't have Nickelback, 3OH!3, AC/DC, Rihanna, or Beyonce. And so everyone was all avoiding me- which I don't care; I can live without those assholes- but anyway, then I'm wishing for the bell to ring, when the chick pulls me out of the hall and says, "Listen, witch. I'm a student still, but Mrs. Yadlowsky asked me to teach just for a while. Those boys are all mine. Starting today, I'm in your Reading class." And I'm standing there, open jawed, and finally a couple neurons fired, and I snapped, "You're still a student, then it's okay if I do this." Then I deck her so hard she passes out. I walk into the classroom, and even though it's only fourth period, I grab my CD player and- without a word- I walk out of the classroom. Then I simply walk out of the school and walk straight home, since I'm gonna get OSS anyway.
Well, gotta go.
Things to do, sluts to deck.
Peace out bitches.
-Luna