I guess I'll try this writing thing again. It's either this, or scream at the top of my lungs, which isn't going to happen at this late at night. People from the other apartments would bang on the walls or call the police. So, writing, it is.

School sucked today. It always sucks, but today was pretty bad. I forgot it was "Wear Our School Colors" Day. I got made fun of for not dressing in red and white, and the teachers kept asking me why I didn't. I stuck out like a sore thumb. Hey, it's not my problem I forget stuff. They acted like it was such a big deal because apparently, we're supposed to be proud of our school. I bet most of them just went along with it so they wouldn't be left out.

I got another D on my math test. I'm not surprised; I'm not good at math. It's so boring and confusing. Who cares what 2fx65a-460 equal? The school does. We get reminded all the time that our scores have to be high and we need funding and blah, blah, blah. This school does need money, though. The computers in the computer lab are more than seven years old. Plus, the art program was cut just last year.

You wouldn't know at first how crappy my school is by looking at the sports uniforms. Sports, beside grades, is the only thing that matters. If you're not on at least one sports team, you're pretty much a nobody.

I get made fun of in P.E. for having poor hand-eye coordination and for not being good at any games. The only thing I enjoy is archery even though I suck at that, too.

I get called ugly since I don't change in front of the other girls in the locker room. Is it a crime not to feel comfortable taking my clothes off and putting them on in front of twenty girls? I don't care if it's a normal thing to do, and I don't know how not doing that makes me ugly.

A guy took my science book today as I had my locker open to get my stuff for English (the only class I tolerate). Some of the others laughed, and he took off with it and dropped it on the floor in the hallway. By the time I picked it up, I was late for class. I don't even try to tell any of the teachers that it's an everyday thing. I've already done that and the only response I got was, "Ignore them". Like I've never tried to do that before.

My day got worse when Mom got home from work and found out I had pretty much failed my math test. I got the lecture about me never paying attention and that that's why my dad left us. Yep, my dad ran off because I get crappy grades. He also ran off because I don't clean often enough and that it costs too much to basically keep me alive. At least I get some peace while she sleeps.

Wow. I've written a lot, and I feel a little better. Maybe I should try writing more often. Not right now, though; my hand is killing me.