Monday 1st September. Maths- STILL!
Brittany just passed me a note:
It's so confusing. Hey, are you the girl Santana always insults?
That's just like her, Santana, I mean. Santana is one of the meanest cheerleaders (along with Quinn Fabray) in the school. Once, when I was in the bathroom cleaning up my slushy-fied dress, she came in, to do her makeup, probably and just SPAT on me! SPAT on me! I mean, who does that? SPITS on people? It's one of the most unhygienic, childish things a cheerleader could do- even though most of the cheerleaders ACT like children anyway, so who can blame them. It's strange; Brittany is probably the nicest cheerleader of all. She doesn't ACTUALLY insult me on purpose. I think that Santana (her best friend) is just forcing her to. Maybe I should try and be friends with her? So I replied:
What are you confused about Brittany? And I'm Rachel Berry, if that's what you wanted to know
Well, It's just these maths problems. How do you do borrowing? I watched Mr Hull do it, but I just don't get what the point of it is?
Ok, well… it's pretty hard to explain. Maybe ask Mr Hull later? And I'll help you with your homework if you want. Are you free tonight?
Hey, I'm getting pretty good at this being-friends thing! Maybe I should try it more often, and then I'd have more friends!
I don't think I want to come to your house. Santana says that it's full of germs. Sorry. I can't argue with her. She is my reason for living.
Santana? Your reason for living is SANTANA? Why?
She just is. I love her, she is my best friend.
Still! That doesn't mean you have to be a slave to her. Oh- Mr Hull is looking this w-