Dear Mother,
I’m extremely pissed at you. I mean I’ve been holding it in for like a week or two or three now. But you seriously need to lay off. I mean, I like getting to school before everyone else. And getting there at 7:20 isn’t really cutting it. I know that you used to go to school, and times were waaaay different back then and you got to school right as it was starting. You say that nobody is at school that early. Well, I asked and the lady said that they start making breakfast at around 6:30 and they start serving it at 6:45. If nobody is there that early how do explain the serving part of the breakfast? Seriously, if people, which that’s plural, are there that early and have been there long enough to want to eat breakfast at fricking 6:45 I could get to school way earlier and still wouldn’t be the first person there. And if it’s not one extreme it’s the other. You get me to school later then I want you to and you get me from school earlier then I want you to. Sure school gets out a 3, but you know I have a life after school that has to do with people that are car riders and they actually like talking to me and I don’t usually get to talk to them because we don’t have any classes together and whenever you get from school at exactly 3, you make me seem like I don’t wanna hang out with my friends, and you also make me seem like a totally nerd. Now, all day long you’ve been *****y. I text you to tell you we got report cards, I tell you the actual good news, I have a b and three a’s. You didn’t even say that it was a good thing you just said, “okay, now stop texting me.” Which mother’s should say, just because it’s horribly mean. And when I got in the car this afternoon at 3:30, after lying to you and saying I had a test, you were like I didn’t even see you, where were you? I told you I had to “take a test” and then when I asked you about the whole getting to school later and later and getting me picked up earlier and earlier thing you went into ***** mode. I mean, you were just like rer rer rer. And the funny thing is, I’m usually the *****y one, especially after school. Now I have no clue what’s going on in your life, so I have no clue why you’re being this way, and I honestly don’t care. I just want you to stop being so damn irritable.
Haylea
Dear Ashley & Crystal,
Can I ask you a question??
Are you high?
Do you see a cat here?
HEAD, BODY, TAAAAAAIL.
Love,
Dora Toastybutt.
Dear Coach S,
Wow! I didn’t think that gym would actually be fun, but then again I didn’t think that I’d have any good friends in my class! But wow. So far gym has been amazing. I know that I’ve only been in it for two days, but still. It’s quite spectacular. The only thing is I think I’m going to fail the quiz tomorrow. I don’t know how to do the opening to the waltz.
Haylea.
Dear Matt & Seth,
Whichever one of you guys is willing to help me practice the waltz in the morning, I’ll love you forever and ever and ever. I know it’ll take a man that’s okay with his masculinity to do that, and that’s why I shall ask you. =] Even if I have to get on my knees and beg you to dance with me.
Haylea.
P.S. (to Matt)
If you dance with me, I’ll tell you I love you at lunch, no questions asked. I mean, I know that you’re always saying that you love me and I never say it back and you said - today - you’d get me to one day.
Dear art homework,
I think that even though I’m turning you in 2 days late you’ll be very good.
Haylea..
Dear tomorrow,
Please don’t suck. I mean I know that your Friday 13th but I don’t want you to suck. This whole week has been amazing. DO NOT SCREW IT UP!
Haylea.