To: Roxanne@mailtogo.com
From: Mia@mailtogo.com
Time: "00:00 PM/AM"
Date: "00/00/03"
Yeah, it does sound a little better, I mean since you made the bus and all. It should've gotten better than that the rest of the day, since of course, something good started out the day. Hmm. Not knowing anyone on the bus can be a big minus. I know almost everyone, but the new 6th graders. I know a couple from summer school.
Michael. He did something unspeakable. I'll tell you sometime. But not now. He could've gotten everyone in so much trouble. I'm just glad we stopped it. But because I did what he wanted and he didn't realize the outcome. He hates me. He did look at me once the other day and point a pen in my face and say my name. But, when I tried to say something, he turned away and started talking to a girl, much prettier than me. They all are. Except for the few. I'm amazed that people only make fun of my hair and clothes. It's amazing.
Well about the pencils. It's cool. The cousin, Adam, is a weirdo anyway. It's kinda funny. I slapped him once, so hard that his arm was red. He was trying to run away with something of mine. I didn't let that happen. But his cousin, the guy who sits in front of me, was laughing so hard.
Well, I bought a new cd. AFI, Sing the Sorrow. AFI stands for A Fire Inside. My cousin told me about them then they won the MTV2 Award on the VMAs. Of course, people on the bus had to tell me that they were gay. I don't care though. It's just louder music to cover the people putting me down. I've just begun on how to rebel.
Today was just like the other days; go through class listening to everything. Only, during 5th hour this kid, Tim, walked into the class when Miss. Athlete and I were talking about who was cuter. Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp. We asked him and he looked at us like we were crazy. It was cool, because the teacher even asked him and he was like, uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Well, I have to make this short. I have to finish some stuff. Talk to you later.
Thanks, Mia
Yeah, it does sound a little better, I mean since you made the bus and all. It should've gotten better than that the rest of the day, since of course, something good started out the day. Hmm. Not knowing anyone on the bus can be a big minus. I know almost everyone, but the new 6th graders. I know a couple from summer school.
Michael. He did something unspeakable. I'll tell you sometime. But not now. He could've gotten everyone in so much trouble. I'm just glad we stopped it. But because I did what he wanted and he didn't realize the outcome. He hates me. He did look at me once the other day and point a pen in my face and say my name. But, when I tried to say something, he turned away and started talking to a girl, much prettier than me. They all are. Except for the few. I'm amazed that people only make fun of my hair and clothes. It's amazing.
Well about the pencils. It's cool. The cousin, Adam, is a weirdo anyway. It's kinda funny. I slapped him once, so hard that his arm was red. He was trying to run away with something of mine. I didn't let that happen. But his cousin, the guy who sits in front of me, was laughing so hard.
Well, I bought a new cd. AFI, Sing the Sorrow. AFI stands for A Fire Inside. My cousin told me about them then they won the MTV2 Award on the VMAs. Of course, people on the bus had to tell me that they were gay. I don't care though. It's just louder music to cover the people putting me down. I've just begun on how to rebel.
Today was just like the other days; go through class listening to everything. Only, during 5th hour this kid, Tim, walked into the class when Miss. Athlete and I were talking about who was cuter. Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp. We asked him and he looked at us like we were crazy. It was cool, because the teacher even asked him and he was like, uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Well, I have to make this short. I have to finish some stuff. Talk to you later.
Thanks, Mia