To: Mia@mailtogo.com
From: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
Time: "00:00 PM/AM"
Date: "00/00/03"
First of all, you're very welcome. It's nothing, really - I'm always here to listen, you know.
Anyway, I think I was kind of exaggerating. It wasn't that bad, I guess. This day was better, I suppose. A little bit, maybe.
I got to the bus stop this time, too. I'm thankful for that, I think it was just luck. Well, whatever it was, I'm glad I made it to the bus. Too bad I don't know anyone to talk to on the bus. I doubt anyone would want to talk to me. I sat in front of the bus, as usual. I was at the first seat. I was alone there. It doesn't matter though. But, when I finally got to school, I was really hoping someone (like Jessica) would be standing by my locker, waiting for me to get there. But, no one I knew wasn't anywhere near my locker for a fifty-foot radius.
Do you really have gym first period? That's so cool - if we went to the same school we would have it the same time. I guess I would have someone other than Adrienne to talk to in gym and algebra. But she ignores me anyway so I don't talk to her. She's off with some new, better friend. And you have algebra second hour, too!? Wow, what are the chances of that? My teacher two years ago didn't explain things so well. We had to figure everything out in that class and I almost failed that class. My teacher this year is so nice. She explains everything so well and makes sure no one is behind or confused.
For third hour, I have this stupid speech class that I need to take in order to graduate from high school. I hate it, personally. But that's all right. And who's Michael? And what did he do? I don't remember, sorry. I have no idea - did you like him or something? Anyway, for fourth hour is world history for me. BORING! Ugh, I hate that class so much. I don't want to even talk about it. And that was funny with the gay sex thing. Heh. What's fifth hour? Challenge Communication Art? What's that? Do you draw or what? I've never heard of it so tell me about it, okay? At fifth hour, no one talked to me. Or looked at me, for that matter. Okay, Jessica looked at me once or twice but didn't even try to speak to me. I wonder what's going on with her. Anyway, sixth was science and the best. I got to stare at Dan all period long. It was heaven and back.
Blah, blah, blah, I don't feel like typing out the rest. Spanish and English were boring, as History was. It was boring through the rest of the day until I got on my laptop. I don't know what else to write about so I'll talk to you later, okay?
Sincerely, Roxanne
P.S. - Oh, and by the way, I laughed when you said the boy who you used to like sits in front of you in health. And that he and his cousin try to kill each other with throwing pencils. I'm sorry that you got hit twice.
From: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
Time: "00:00 PM/AM"
Date: "00/00/03"
First of all, you're very welcome. It's nothing, really - I'm always here to listen, you know.
Anyway, I think I was kind of exaggerating. It wasn't that bad, I guess. This day was better, I suppose. A little bit, maybe.
I got to the bus stop this time, too. I'm thankful for that, I think it was just luck. Well, whatever it was, I'm glad I made it to the bus. Too bad I don't know anyone to talk to on the bus. I doubt anyone would want to talk to me. I sat in front of the bus, as usual. I was at the first seat. I was alone there. It doesn't matter though. But, when I finally got to school, I was really hoping someone (like Jessica) would be standing by my locker, waiting for me to get there. But, no one I knew wasn't anywhere near my locker for a fifty-foot radius.
Do you really have gym first period? That's so cool - if we went to the same school we would have it the same time. I guess I would have someone other than Adrienne to talk to in gym and algebra. But she ignores me anyway so I don't talk to her. She's off with some new, better friend. And you have algebra second hour, too!? Wow, what are the chances of that? My teacher two years ago didn't explain things so well. We had to figure everything out in that class and I almost failed that class. My teacher this year is so nice. She explains everything so well and makes sure no one is behind or confused.
For third hour, I have this stupid speech class that I need to take in order to graduate from high school. I hate it, personally. But that's all right. And who's Michael? And what did he do? I don't remember, sorry. I have no idea - did you like him or something? Anyway, for fourth hour is world history for me. BORING! Ugh, I hate that class so much. I don't want to even talk about it. And that was funny with the gay sex thing. Heh. What's fifth hour? Challenge Communication Art? What's that? Do you draw or what? I've never heard of it so tell me about it, okay? At fifth hour, no one talked to me. Or looked at me, for that matter. Okay, Jessica looked at me once or twice but didn't even try to speak to me. I wonder what's going on with her. Anyway, sixth was science and the best. I got to stare at Dan all period long. It was heaven and back.
Blah, blah, blah, I don't feel like typing out the rest. Spanish and English were boring, as History was. It was boring through the rest of the day until I got on my laptop. I don't know what else to write about so I'll talk to you later, okay?
Sincerely, Roxanne
P.S. - Oh, and by the way, I laughed when you said the boy who you used to like sits in front of you in health. And that he and his cousin try to kill each other with throwing pencils. I'm sorry that you got hit twice.