Today is a good day. No! Not because something good happened, like making a friend or anything, but me just being excited that I have a tiny Starscream! Sure, he was a little mean, but he was just grumpy, and after he screamed at me, he was nice.

Starscream is my favorite mech because everyone picks on him, Thudercracker, Skywarp, Megatron, and etc., but he keeps on trying. Just like me. Also, he can turn into a fighter jet and fly! Starscream is awesome, and he is my friend, I hope.

Everything went fine, until I went to sixth period, Art. Art is my favorite class, I'm okay at it, and it is really fun. But, the people there are awful. Almost no one actually cares about art, they really just went there thinking it was the easy class. They complain about doing any work at all. And are extremely rude, the boys cuss and roughhouse, and the girls are stuck-up. Yet, the closest thing I have to a friend goes here.

Rachel is pretty nice, not really rude. She makes decent small talk with me during class and sat with me once. Also, she has defended me a couple of a times from the boys that sit across from me.

The two boys that sit at my four personed table I are Kevin and Carlos. Kevin acts like a big name all-star, and Carlos is his lackey. I promise, Carlos' only job in life is too make Kevin happy. Oh, and they both say the same annoying five things over and over again, sort of like broken records, and three of those things are insults. Did I say anything about their tempers? Well they are really bad. I could say hi, and they would most likely kill me.

We had all been working for two weeks on rodeo art (It's a contest were the Houston Livestock Rodeo takes the best art from different counties and puts them on display. I enter every year, it's my dream to get a blue ribbon and prove I am good at something.) and I was almost done with my drawling. It was an abstract windmill with grass and sunrise. I happen to think that it was one of my best works ever. I was singing the Transformers theme song, very very quietly. Kevin looked over at me and told me to shut the f*** up. I did then something that I now regret.

"Why?"

He looked over at me, as if I was retarded or something, mostly because I never spoke directly to him ever. He then coolly took my paper. I was wondering what he was doing when I heard it. I heard an awful sound that I don't think all ever forget. He started tearing it, the screams of paper filling my ears. I tried to take my picture out of his hands, but to no avail. He ripped it till it was confetti. Than he walked up coolly and threw it away. I ran to giant gray plastic trashcan and picked all the pieces out.

I snapped, crying and laughing I went to that devil child and pushed him out his chair, trying to claw his eyes out. It took two guys to take me off of him. They took me to the front office, gave me a tissue, and told me tell them what happened. So I did I told them the truth. They brought in Carlos, Rachel, and Kevin. They asked them if what I said was true. Rachel said yes, but the other two said no. Everyone argued for an hour. In the end the sent me home early, and Kevin in ISS(in school suspension) for a week. My neighbor picked me up and dropped me off at my house. My perfect picture is still broken.

{Sorry for this being really short, but don't worry the next chapter will be all fluffy! Furthermore, I am making an Icy Day special for WWH, and it will be extra long. Please review, love you all!}