New day here in L.A . By that I mean Language Arts. Not the city.

My boring teachers are handing out papers.

This is the best class to just think in and sometimes I write them down.

I only write them down though because we have to write a lot in this class.

So when i write down my thoughts it looks like I'm doing her work.

Like I would ever do that!

She must be crazy.

I only pay enough attention in class now to help me pass my tests.

Not that I'm dumb or anything.

But after I learned that you only have to pass tests to pass the grade I stopped being perfect little Roxas.

My teachers say that it's beacuse I'm dating Axel.

But that can't be true because he's a straight A student.

They want someone to blame for my knowledge of school.

I don't really see a reason to pay attention in school anyway.

Axel wants to be a neurosurgon.

So even though I hate trophy wives I figure I won't have to work.

Ah.

My life works too perfectly.