FRIDAY
Oh chile, I don't even know how to start. I can't describe today in just one word. In fact, let's just say today was a compilation of RANDOM events.
I knew today was cursed the moment I stepped into Hell—sorry, the school building.
"What do you mean, Mika?" you might ask. Well apparently, somebody thought it would be funny to spray paint MY locker!
I just giggled that one off, not gonna lie. And that's 'cause I already knew who did it— Jude Bryant.
He asked me out one month ago, during some winter interschool soccer halftime show... with a bouquet, and chocolate, and I said no. Before you ask, yes, he's popular, super cute, but a total bully.
Now don't get it confused girl, NOBODY could bully this queen. It's just that his dating history is longer than the American constitution, and he's always pulling stupid stunts, and getting into fights. So not my type.
What's surprising about this whole situation is that his big head still hasn't gotten over it. Some people just can't handle rejection right? He even spelled my name wrong. Imagine being a criminal AND illiterate.
Fast forward, I slept off during science class. You can't blame me, Mrs. Veronica is as boring as watching paint dry. I do wish I didn't doze off though, because immediately she finished yapping, she gave a surprise test.
I had only one hope of passing: Gregory Mathias— the smartest guy in my grade.
I tried making signals to him for some answers, but he couldn't SEE or HEAR me, and I was desperate. What? I'm not looking forward to going back to dad's 'prison'.
I threw a ruler at him, and then an eraser, and he didn't even move a muscle. That's when I understood it— Gregory was ignoring me!
At some point, I just stopped trying. Shortly after that, I realized I wasn't the only one bugging Gregory. ALL my classmates were, LMAO. He was probably the only person listening. So, yeah, I was like "Well, there goes my science test."
To make my life even worse, we got a class teacher!
Some girl in my grade, Fiona Hernandez, requested a class teacher last week. You know that one person in a group that's always doing the most, but also doing nothing at the same time? That's Fiona. I despise her. Not sorry.
The thing is, I, no— we thought the school board would ignore her, just like all our problems. BUT NOPE, THEY WENT AHEAD and gave us Mr. Banks.
Mr. Banks is this cranky, bald physics teacher with a reputation of doing sick things to students.
I heard he once embarrassed a 9th grader named Nick, in front of the whole school. He called the poor child a loser, then he poured sour milk on him. Honestly, if I were in Nick's shoes, I'd probably be at a rehab centre by now because of my retaliation.
I had finished writing the third demeaning paragraph about him in my diary when I heard footsteps, loud footsteps. Then a signature menacing chuckle.
The atmosphere had shifted completely, and I knew exactly what was happening— Mr. Banks had arrived. A little too dramatic right? I can't help it!
Immediately he moved in, he made new class rules:
1. Never leave this classroom
2. Eat only once a day
3. Only black shoes are allowed
4. Bags must be submitted every morning
5. Anyone who gets a C is banned from sports
6. No one must exceed 2 minutes of screen time
7. I have the right to destroy you!
What kind of stupid rules are those? And what does that control freak even mean by "I have the right to destroy you"? Girl, what I do know is that Mr. Banks is a demon in disguise.
I really think I need a break. Just writing about him is making me paranoid. You know what? I think that'll be all for today, Elis.