Day 113
Last time was a bad day. But things are still going down the metaphorical hill.
It's almost funny, when I look back in this journal (I don't do it often) and see how I was so happy – or as close to happy as someone like me can get – when I first started at Arkham Middle School. I enjoyed my lessons, no one bothered me. Even the lessons that I didn't like all that much were alright. To be honest, my lessons still aren't a problem. It's the people. Well, not the teachers. I actually like most of them. It's the kids. And now, instead of being happy like I was before, I'm just confused.
It all started on day 96. A group of boys from the grade above me – the idiotic type who act like tough kids, you know the ones – walked up to me when I was sat on some steps drawing patterns in recess. It wasn't like I was doing anything to annoy them, they're just the kind of people who thrive off others' misery. I can see why. Anyway, they shoved past me, and I just ignored them, figuring it was the best way to deal with them, plus they weren't worth my time. Bad idea.
"You should say sorry for being rude," The ringleader had said, or something along the lines of that. "I have nothing to be sorry for," I replied, simply because it was true. Then they basically stole the notebook I was doodling in and demanded I apologize or they wouldn't give it back. It was so childish of them – well, I know they are children, so it makes sense. Eventually, a teacher came over and they chucked it back at me and ran away. Like I said, childish.
They came back later and said that I was a coward for letting a teacher defend me. I mean, really, how stupid can they get?
A few days later, they stole my lunch money.
A week later, they went through a phase of tripping me up in the corridors.
Another few days later, they threatened to beat me up if I didn't do their homework.
They're just annoying. I'm not scared of them. They're just silly tiny people who irritate me so much.
In other news, Dad came home a few days ago. I don't know where he went. He was speaking to Mom for ages after I'd gone to bed – I eavesdropped on them a little. What Dad said was that he was going to try and be a better man. What I heard was that he couldn't be better if he tried (which he won't, I know that for sure), and that Mom would be back to being sad soon enough. Things will probably be good for a day or so, and then it'll be back to normal. At least I have school to take my mind off things. Well, I don't really.