Dear Diary
Life is great. The sun is shining. Not a cloud in sight. And that my
desk was written on. Like oh my god look, I'm being bullied. I didn't
care. In fact I laughed. It was way easier to deal with this than it
was to deal with Machako. Miyuki saw it and asked about it. Told him
it didn't matter. He called me an Ice Queen. Sad for them that I didn't
care. We left it as it was. She vandalized it. Not me. But today was
more odd. I was the only one left out in group. No one wanted to
come near me. So this is what bullying looks like. I was fine. Sure
I can't cook. Sure I almost set my rice on fire. To be fair, it wasn't my
fault, no one told me that it's not suppose to be on high. Like I knew
that. That's why I'm in class. TO LEARN. And I may have almost chopped
my fingers off. No one told me how to cut vegetables either. Like I
even eat curry. It did get their attention though. It wasn't on purpose.
I feel like my food my be poisoned. Not because of them, but because
of me. It didn't look appealing either.. Nor did it smell good. It smelled
like death. Maybe it is a fate worst than death. To eat my terrible
cooking. I wouldn't even eat it. Miyuki laughed so hard after I told
him what happened. Turns out he can cook. All his lunch is prepared
by him. I thought his mom did it cause it looked so good. Interesting.
Kiyoko Aizyawa
