Random Randomness of Thy Random

WTF FISHER??

We went anyway. It isn't like she's going to come anyway so we just went with it.

It didn't turn out at all how we thought it would be. We thought that we were going to get somewhere but NOOOOOOOOOO!

The principal had to be all like:

"WASSUP GURLZ??"

Like nothing has ever happened.

We walked in and started talking to her about it. Then things started to get a little emotional.

Okay I lied. VERY EMOTIONAL.

We talked about why we hated the other girls and what we heard them say. And when she asked why we hated the other girls, it was my turn to tear up.

The reasons why I hate this idea:

1) There is this one low girl named Morgan. She is a pathetic excuse of a human being. And that, everyone agrees with me. And yet EVERY SINGLE EFFIN DAY SHE BE ALL LIKE:

IM SMARTER THAN SERA BECAUSE MY AR GOAL IS SET HIGHER THAN HERS!

(For those of you who don't know what AR is, it's a thing where you earn points from reading books and taking tests over them)

Most of you might already know that it's my dream to be the valedictorian of the class. So far, I am the valedictorian. And to have a pathetic excuse of a breathing person say that their smarter than you and proving it with lies.....

You can't help but have that urge to tear apart their flesh using golden scissors.

And she was all like his when she found out about the switch:

"YAY! Now I'll have more girls to talk to!"

No. -_-
That ain't gonna happen.
In forever.
No.
Jus no.

2) Again, my friend's future bae has more kindness than all of the other girls combined. They're so bad at being civil, it's impossible.

3) They say awful things behind our backs. You can't imagine what they say.

Imma tell you guys a story.
Ye.

So last year, we were playing telephone with all the girls. And when it was the bîtch's turn to come up with something to say, guess what she picked for the girl next to her to say out loud and proud?

This is what she picked out:

"I've been dating lots of boys. I think it's time for me to move on to girls."

OH MY GOSH I WAS OVERLY PISSED! THE TEACHER HAD TO MARCH OVER AND YELL AT ME TO CALM DOWN!

And of course...i did not calm down.
Screw calming down.

And here I am, having to work with her in Literature for a long and agonizing 2 months.

I just got rid of her yesterday.

And here I am, having to be in the same room with that a$$ sucking bish.

4) My dad always said that, by nature, boys were always kinder than girls. Most of the boys in my class are very sweet and hilariously immature. Anyone would rather be the only girl in the homeroom over.....

You know.

5) Everyone knows it isn't going to work out. Maybe my friends would, but that's because Ms Fisher asked us if we'd cooperate. All of my friends said yes except for me and Emily.

Even the guys know it's a deadly idea that'll do more damage than it'll do good.

6) It isn't like I'm going to cooperate. Hey! I'm one of the leaders of the protest! I made some signs for my classmates to wear on their backs. I'm also thinking about having everyone who's protesting write 'TRUE SACKPACK!" on the back of their hands.

I was crying so hard, I couldn't breathe. Even my least cuddliest friend put an arm around me and told me to clam. And of course...I didn't.

The principal dismissed me and Karlie before the rest cuz we were the ones crying. I literally ran to the bathroom. And I started ranting/yelling/crying the second Karlie entered the bathrooms. I don't care if everyone in the building heard me. Then I told her that I was going to stay in the bathroom till the bell rang.

I calmed down a bit in the bathroom. Then I started crying all over again in Religion (8th period)

Apparently Aubrie and Emily heard about it. And they're in the math class.

So Ye.

And what makes things even worse, I was crying a bit when I got into the car. So I had to explain everything to my parents. Then my mom got mad and started yelling at me for getting in the middle of it. YO I AINT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT! She literally yelled at me to tell me what the hell was going on and to get the hell out of the bathroom so I could say good night to my father. He's working night shift.

I'm also going to have surgery over the weekend. And please don't comment anything about that. It isn't anything major. So it's major enough that I'll be spending the night in the hospital. Well we all know that night shift workers like to barge in patient's rooms during the devil's hour. Well, so I don't have to be brutally awoken, I'm going to pull an all nighter with whoever wants to join me. I'll be creating signs, bookmarks, and lettering designs for the 'tattoo' thing I was planning on.

So somebody please PM me and try to cheer me up before I tear up again.

Oh well.
I lied again.
I'm already tearing up.

So bye.