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Updating is occurring more than usual, but that's oke because the comments are keeping me motivated ^ω^ Don't worry Gracie, I will make sure to add Butch!

Disclaimer : Craig McCracken's reaction to reading this : *covers his face with a hand. * Dear god, WHYYYYY.

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Thursday May 14 2015((yeshigotitrightdistime

Dear diary,

I'm back in school today, woopdee doo. I wasn't all that excited to be honest. I left the house with a soggy breakfast sandwich, some sneakers I hate and a headache.

My head pounded once the school bus wheezed to my corner. Back to high school I go. I stood in the aisle searching for a seat. Where to sit? Bubbles has already found a seat with a bunch of popular chicks in the mid-back, and Blossom squeezed herself in the front with the smart kids. Guess I'm stuck in the middle, like always. Even in the middle of the school year, picking where you sit on a bus never changes. Each section defines what type of person you are. For example :

If Bobby Joe walks on the bus and decides to sit in the back, he is then known as a backseat wastecase. Someone everyone will greatly shun because they think he does drugs.

Ah! But if Bobby Joe decides to sit in the front, he will be known as a little kid. Someone who's to afraid to take risks, so they stay on the safe side.

Sitting in the middle is Bobby Joe's best bet.

The bus stopped to pick up a few kids. I remember a few of them from middle school who were my lab partners and gym buddies. One face pokes out, and it's Mitch beaming from ear to ear with his girlfriend Brittney behind him. I close my eyes. I really feel sorry for her.

He stops the train of students behind him to let his girlfriend take the window in the seat. That's Mitch's way of being polite I guess. He didn't seem bothered by the scratching glares he was getting from the pissed students behind him either.

The driver downshifts to drag us over the hills. The engines clanks, which makes the guys in the back holler something obscene. Someone is wearing too much cologne. I check if it's me. No, definitely the guy behind me. I try to open my window, but the little latches won't move. I sit back down and stare out the window. The strong scent dawdles in the air until we reach our next stop.

Oh boy.

Here comes that chauvinist.

I sit my book bag beside me. He smirks and sits at the seat right behind me. Dammit. His obnoxious brothers walk to the back of the bus where they normally sit. I watched them all the while until the bus pulls off again.

For... You know...

Safety reasons.

Britney giggles, and I instantly look in the sick couples direction only to regret it. Mitch was whispering something to her. She blushed and whispered something softly back. They seem to be in a really deep undercover conversation. I started to poke at my sandwich, watching the purple jelly ooze out of its side. I take a bite, letting the soggy bread mush with the hard chicken patty in my mouth. Couples are just as gross as this sandwich.

Finally we arrived. Townsville High-Home of the Pokey Oaks. Aka Welcome Back to Hell Buttercup! The bus hisses and blares while it backs into the schools bus lot. In front of me Aubrey turns in her seat.

Aubrey : *Shy giggling and blushing* hi.

Me : *confused* hey-

Chauvinist: What's up.

I hate when people do that! I thought she was talking to me... I should've known. I feel like a dark cloak is swept over me. I shiver. Butch stands up behind me to flirt with Aubrey. I lean into the seat. The stitched cushion angles my head uncomfortably. Aubrey's mouth moves, the fluorescent lights glittering on her teeth. The other girls huddles towards her to soak up his "attractiveness" rays, Butch must be talking too, I can feel deep vibrations in my back bone, like a thudding speaker. I can't hear the words.

He twirls a thick strand of my hair in his fingers. Aubrey's eyes narrow. I mumble something stupid and rush of the bus.

Gross.

I'll probably need to burn my hair when I get home. Wish me luck.

Sincerely

-Buttercup Utonium