Chapter 5 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ When I walked back to the classroom, I only have 20 minutes to spare for studying. Mark apparently must of gotten tired waiting there, he wasn't anywhere in sight. I just continued studying until the bell rang. I was still furious with myself for wasting 10 minutes in the washroom trying to ask the girls about something so unworthy of. At the beginning of the test, I was nervous, but then I realized that the test was easier than I thought. I know I was going to get good, if not perfect. It's very hard to get perfect in high school. The teachers are always picking mistakes, if not, find some lame excuse to deduct half a mark or a whole mark. By the end of the test, I was fairly satisfied with myself. I knew I was going to get perfect; there was no way a teacher could find any mistake on my test. It's just so perfect. Everything is neat and I haven't even left out any grammar, (it counts, you know) I put a title there, everything is labeled, everything is legible, my name, date, form are all on it, there is nothing you can find that can affect anything, because there is nothing! Okay, maybe I'm getting too hyper and upset, but I am telling you, if one of these teachers comes up with a stupid excuse on deducting marks, then I am so going to sue. I just can't imagine why the teachers hate giving out perfects. They should be proud that their teaching is finally taking effect and the students are more capable of achieving higher marks. Perhaps they don't like giving out perfects because they never got them when they were in high school. Well, it's not our fault that they have been treated that way. You can't take revenge on people that did nothing to you. Okay, we may have caused some discomfort in their already-messed-up lives, but they can't do that to us. What am I saying? The teachers haven't even given out the marks yet. I think I need to lie down.
Lunch is one of my favourite parts of the day at school. I get to chill out and do stuff I enjoy doing. For instance, sometimes I want to read this really interesting book, so I read it at lunch instead of sneaking it into the classroom and run the risk of being caught. I can also draw or doodle pictures or scenes that I can think of in my head or I can just sketch the cafeteria or the people. I don't talk to people. In our school, there's a nerd table, a popular table, an outcast table, and a punk table. Pity for me, I don't even belong in the outcast table. I'm too much of an outcast to belong to the outcast table. Occasionally, there are some people who come up to me for help on their homework or stuff, but most of the time I sit by myself. I'd always finish my lunch quickly and rush out the cafeteria and sit outside. I have this really nice and quiet spot under a tree to do things of my own. I like this spot because it's shady and cool in the summer, and it shields me from the rain (the tree has really thick leaves) and during the winter, it's nice and dry without any snow under it. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

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