Chapter 1
Monday
If I ever thought that I could hate something more then I hate the teachers at school, the ones that give you extra homework when you misbehave, the ones that always watch your every move, the teachers I hate. I hate this book. Every time I write in here bad things happen. In the 6 weeks I've had this thing I've been in the emergency room (my current location), and just about idk 5 of my programs got discontinued. My mom says that this is all just bad luck, but in the five weeks I ditched this thing, my life has been great.
Tuesday
So in gona back track. This all started when my brother forgot my 16th birthday (what else is new) so he got me a book from the gas-station. He said that it would hurt his ego if I didn't use it. The first time I used it was ok I guess. The book fell apart. So then I brought it to school. And that is when all the crap happened.
Wednesday
I finally got to write in here again. So it's about 2:15 8th period. I opened the book and began to write in here. In the back of the classroom I hear my name. When I turned around I see two girls looking at a third grade class picture. So I thought that they were talking about the so called weave that was in my head. So I said "It wasn't a weave it was streaked ". They looked up and said you were not the only Alex in that class. So I turned around and left it at that. But about 3 minutes later the girl next to Sara said we were not talking to you so just mind your bidness. I ignored her but then she kept calling my name. So I continued to write. Then Sara walked up to me and saw me. She snatched the book and saw the blank cover. She glared at me and popped the lock. I think she read half a page before I lunged at her. He leaned forward and I grabbed her hair and pulled as hard as I could. A few seconds later the room got quiet. I looked around; people weren't looking at me, but her. I looked up and saw that her head shrunk like 2 inches thinner. I was holding fake hair. It took all of two seconds for the class to burst out laughing. Sara ran out the classroom crying. I thought I was gona get into so much trouble but the teacher was laughing to. So when the bell rang and I went to my locker, I noticed a crowd around the first row of brook metal lockers. When I broke through and saw that my locker was unlocked and all my stuff was on the floor. I already know that Sara did this and honestly I didn't care. So I cleaned up my area and went home. I saw by her face she was pissed that I wasn't well pissed but what took my mind off of the topic was just me walking down the hallway with Maya. Dame, it's too hot to keep writing.