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The Little Black and White Composition Book

Journal Entry 1

Assigned Topic- Free write about self

Who the Hell do you think you are, Mrs. G? What makes you think you can make us write and write and write for fifteen minutes every day, just so that you can invade our lives when you read them? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know that this is just a ploy to have an up on us, so that if we act up, you have something on us?

I spit on you, Mrs. Green.

Alright, alright... Stop glaring at me... I'll do it, but not because you're making me! Because I'm bored. Yeah.

My name is Patrick James Conlon Jr, better known as Spot. Why, do you ask, am I called Spot? Because I said so. Alright? I'm turning seventeen in December. Yeah, I could just say that I'm sixteen, but doesn't 'turning seventeen' sound a lot... better? Yep. It does. I've got light brown hair. Blue-green eyes. And a cane that'll scare you shitless.

Mrs. G, fifteen minutes is way too long. What am I suppose to write about?

Hey, look, Blink's got a camo notebook. That's neat. Hey, Itey's is orange... Why don't I have a neat notebook? I've just got this plain old comp book... Maybe if I colored in the white with a red marker... then it'd be neat... Yeah, I think I'll do that. Be right back.

Damn you, Mrs. G. I didn't even get a corner colored, don't you care? Oh, what's the point...

Why is Mush looking at Blink like that? He looks like a starved lion, eyeing a fresh piece of bloody flesh... Wow, I should be a writer. I'm damn good at this.

Where's Davey today? I haven't seen him at all. He's in my Calc. class, and he wasn't there either... Eh, maybe he's sick. Maybe he's dead. Maybe the lion-Mush got ahold of him first, and tore him to pieces...

Or not.

One second. I'm going to break my pencil, so that I can waste time in going to sharpen it...

Ugh. Green made me get out a pen instead. Fuck her. Yeah, you hear me, Mrs. Green? FUCK YOU!

Oh boy. This journal will most likely give me a first class ticket to lifetime detention. Ah, who cares. I don't. Do I? Fuck no, I don't!

Five minutes left. What should I talk about?

Now Blink is eyeing Mush. What the Hell is going on between them? Are they... gay? Nah. They're two of the straightest guys I know. Besides, gay is just... wrong. I could never be friends with those two if they were gay. Ugh.

I think Snoddy's asleep. Ha. I'm gonna poke him.

Hahaha! He was asleep. He shouted "fuck off" when I poked him, and Green sent him to the principal's office.

Two minutes left. I think I'll just end it with this;

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Haha, that was fun. You were right, Ele, this ARE fun to write.

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