The Days Aren't The Same Anymore (ON HOLD)
I slam my locker shut and see a certain person standing where he could be hidden by the lockers door until now, when I closed it.
"Ugh! Sloan what do you want?" I ask the womanizer, the player, the man whore, of Ballard High School.
I drop my bag on the floor of my room and collapse on my bed. Today was okay. I mean it was like a normal school day for me.
Major Events In chronological order:
1. Sloan punched me in the arm
2. I got a 12/15 on my Spanish test
3. I fell asleep in math
4. I stole a book from the library
So as you can see, it was a crappy day. I hate Sloan. He called Tori "woman" and "sandwich maker". Yeah, her names Kitchens but no need for haters. She laughed along with everyone, but I could tell it was tearing her to pieces on the inside. I know because I've had that feeling before. Sloan always calls people names. Sometimes mean ones, sometimes when he's feeling nice he'll call all the girls "Broseph" and all the boys "sistah".
I don't get why my days are always the same, I mean first get up get ready for school then I go to school, have a crappy day and then I come home to get yelled at because I got a 14/20 on a test in math and then I go to band practice.
I wish the days were different. I wish they were better.
I wish the days wouldn't run together.