November 7, 2012: C
The desks are in twos today, and for the rest of the week, I would be sitting next to Maximum 'Max' Ride, as I found out during attendance.
It was a little discouraging that she had moved as far away as possible and ignored my existence, but I didn't comment on it. If she needed her space, she needed her space. I wouldn't risk her verbally biting my head off with an attempt at conversation.
Plus, I wasn't much of a talker.
The weirder part was that her friends – Mocha and Gaz-Girl – were giggling behind us the whole time.
But whatever.
Girls make no sense.
No, we don't. Like I swear I won't answer this one email, and then I do in, like, a second. Because Imma freak.
~Anna Ride