To: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
From: Mia@mailtogo.com
Time: "00:00 PM/AM"
Date: "00/00/03"
Thanks for listening. And thanks for responding.
Your day does sound bad. Some of them sound like my friends. Just leaving you there to fend for yourself. Not caring that you're out there, waiting to know why. True friendship is more important than popularity. I think so, too. I have a few good friends. But they too leave me there just to sit and think who my real friends are.
Today is a new day. I like to think that everything can change today. But of course, it's the same thing. I run to the bus stop this time, I can't miss it because it's a 20 mile walk, I believe, to get to the middle school. I get on the bus and grab my cd player out of my backpack while moving down the isle, we're all 3 to a seat and a lot of the eighth graders are fat, not me though. I'm just right in the middle. I'm not skinny, but I'm definitely not fat. I find a seat with one person in it and turn on the music. A kid behind me is already making fun of my shirt; it says "I'm the evil twin". I don't even turn around; I can't stand to look at this kid. His name is Daniel, he's 14 and he's a little taller than me. Everyone begins to join in, but I can't hear them.
School is easier when the room is really loud, it's strange because I can concentrate better, and I don't like it dead silent. But 1st hour, I have gym, too!! That's so weird, isn't it? We're in health for awhile and we get like a week of physical education. I like gym a lot. You get to run around and be yourself. And you get to see all the guys trying to impress someone. It's never me and I'm happy it isn't because it's so much fun watching the guys play basketball and some girls sitting and watching. I try to join in the basketball games. I'm to short though. My friend Michelle, she's Miss. Athlete. She can run, play soccer, play basketball and have a boyfriend. She's great, only I don't know if she's my friend anymore. She's changed so much, trying to ignore me. We used to have the same crush, she got over him, and later I did. There's this boy who sits in front of me in health. He's in my gym hour a second year. It's cool because his cousin is in the class too. They try and kill each other by throwing pencils at each other. I've been hit twice.
2nd hour is Algebra, Isn't that the same for you? I'm having a hard time in that class. The teacher doesn't explain things to well... 3rd hour is Science and that's nothing new. Of course, Michael is in that class. I don't like him, not after what he's done. He doesn't look at me, talk to me, or mention my name. I wish I could tell him how I feel about what he did, but he turns away and doesn't listen. He's so hard to talk to you. 4th hour is German and Lunch. German's fun, we come up with the stupidest thing. Like G6, do you have G6?? I know I don't have G6. G is gay, and 6 is sechs - could be spelled wrong- (Sex). So we go around asking people if they have gay sex. LOL! 5th hour is Challenge Comm. Arts. or Challenge Communication Art or Advanced Language Arts. It's a cool class, nothing too special. 6th hour is band. I play oboe, I break oboe. 7th hour is U.S. History, nothing fancy.
My mom is trying to get a job at the school. That's such a big plus because that means she can drive me to school. I don't want to be on the bus anymore. It's to depressing.
I forgot to mention what happened at lunch today. Michelle and Kayla decided to try and talk about this party, I'm not invited too, and I could make out everything Michelle was saying, only Kayla couldn't and when Michelle gave up and Kayla was still confused I told Kayla what Michelle was trying to say, and Michelle looked at me all wide eyed at me and was like, "How did you know." I told her I could read her lips. She was amazed, but upset. I could see it in her eyes. The fact that I could know what they were saying meant she really couldn't talk in front of me anymore. But the thing is, you can't keep anything away from me. I pry everything out of people. I just need to know if it's about me and if it isn't I leave you alone, but people end up telling me everything. It's so weird.
Anyways, that's about it again.
Looking forward to your e-mail,
Mia
From: Mia@mailtogo.com
Time: "00:00 PM/AM"
Date: "00/00/03"
Thanks for listening. And thanks for responding.
Your day does sound bad. Some of them sound like my friends. Just leaving you there to fend for yourself. Not caring that you're out there, waiting to know why. True friendship is more important than popularity. I think so, too. I have a few good friends. But they too leave me there just to sit and think who my real friends are.
Today is a new day. I like to think that everything can change today. But of course, it's the same thing. I run to the bus stop this time, I can't miss it because it's a 20 mile walk, I believe, to get to the middle school. I get on the bus and grab my cd player out of my backpack while moving down the isle, we're all 3 to a seat and a lot of the eighth graders are fat, not me though. I'm just right in the middle. I'm not skinny, but I'm definitely not fat. I find a seat with one person in it and turn on the music. A kid behind me is already making fun of my shirt; it says "I'm the evil twin". I don't even turn around; I can't stand to look at this kid. His name is Daniel, he's 14 and he's a little taller than me. Everyone begins to join in, but I can't hear them.
School is easier when the room is really loud, it's strange because I can concentrate better, and I don't like it dead silent. But 1st hour, I have gym, too!! That's so weird, isn't it? We're in health for awhile and we get like a week of physical education. I like gym a lot. You get to run around and be yourself. And you get to see all the guys trying to impress someone. It's never me and I'm happy it isn't because it's so much fun watching the guys play basketball and some girls sitting and watching. I try to join in the basketball games. I'm to short though. My friend Michelle, she's Miss. Athlete. She can run, play soccer, play basketball and have a boyfriend. She's great, only I don't know if she's my friend anymore. She's changed so much, trying to ignore me. We used to have the same crush, she got over him, and later I did. There's this boy who sits in front of me in health. He's in my gym hour a second year. It's cool because his cousin is in the class too. They try and kill each other by throwing pencils at each other. I've been hit twice.
2nd hour is Algebra, Isn't that the same for you? I'm having a hard time in that class. The teacher doesn't explain things to well... 3rd hour is Science and that's nothing new. Of course, Michael is in that class. I don't like him, not after what he's done. He doesn't look at me, talk to me, or mention my name. I wish I could tell him how I feel about what he did, but he turns away and doesn't listen. He's so hard to talk to you. 4th hour is German and Lunch. German's fun, we come up with the stupidest thing. Like G6, do you have G6?? I know I don't have G6. G is gay, and 6 is sechs - could be spelled wrong- (Sex). So we go around asking people if they have gay sex. LOL! 5th hour is Challenge Comm. Arts. or Challenge Communication Art or Advanced Language Arts. It's a cool class, nothing too special. 6th hour is band. I play oboe, I break oboe. 7th hour is U.S. History, nothing fancy.
My mom is trying to get a job at the school. That's such a big plus because that means she can drive me to school. I don't want to be on the bus anymore. It's to depressing.
I forgot to mention what happened at lunch today. Michelle and Kayla decided to try and talk about this party, I'm not invited too, and I could make out everything Michelle was saying, only Kayla couldn't and when Michelle gave up and Kayla was still confused I told Kayla what Michelle was trying to say, and Michelle looked at me all wide eyed at me and was like, "How did you know." I told her I could read her lips. She was amazed, but upset. I could see it in her eyes. The fact that I could know what they were saying meant she really couldn't talk in front of me anymore. But the thing is, you can't keep anything away from me. I pry everything out of people. I just need to know if it's about me and if it isn't I leave you alone, but people end up telling me everything. It's so weird.
Anyways, that's about it again.
Looking forward to your e-mail,
Mia