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