November 24th (Has it been a week since the last time I've written here?)
So, I was in Suiichi's house, and all of a sudden, Suiichi came in holding some papers. From the way he was smiling, this isn't a good thing.
"I think I know a waty we can practice your spelling" he said, "I'll read a few sentences out and you have to write it down. Mistakes are not allowed. Are you ready?"
I sweated. Something tells me I'm not going to like this.
"I'm ready"
Suiichi breathed in, and read the papers.
"Accorfing to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be ale to ply. It's wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee of course flies anyway, because bees don't care what humans think in impossible."
A few pages later
"It's time to fly. Thank you barry. That bee is living my life. Let it go keenny. When will the nightmare eng! Let it all go. Beautiful day to fly. Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out f that office. You have got to start thinking bee, by friend. Thinking me, mee? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. I'm sorry. I'm sorry everyone. Can we stip here? I'm not making a major life desicion during a production numebr. Alright, take ten, erey body. Wrap it up, guys! I had virtuall norehearsal ot that."
God dammit, I had to waste ten pages of my diary for that?! Ugh! I'm ripping them out.
I gave the ripped out pages to Suiichi, who read them.
"Pretty good, until the end. There were a lot of spelling errors there."
Suiichi shrugged. Something tells me this isn't a good sign
"Well, we're gonna do this every day until you can write it correctly."
"Oh my fricking god!"
I couldn't believe it! I had to write this crap every single day?! Until I'm good at spelling, that is. But who knows how long that will be?!
"I guess you better get to work."
"You're not going to correct me?"
Suichi handed me a dictionary.
"You have to figure it out yourself. We'll do this tomorrow. Do your homework"
After that fiasco, I left to my apartment. It's a pretty small apartment, but it gets the job done. I lied down on my bed. My Spirit Object flew at me.
"That was exausting. My hand still hurts." I cried.
"If your hand hurts, then why are you writing in your diary." Asked Winner.
I looked down to see that I've been writing everything down in my journal.
"I'm gonna take a shower." I said.
Fifteen minutes later
My hand still hurts like hell.
I put on the oversized hoodie I like to wear while sleeping and layed flat on my bed.
"You're not going to eat dinner?" Winner asked.
"Nope, still tired from today." I sighed.
"Well, goodnight, Winner"
And then I fell asleep