i love my English class.
all my friends are in it,
my teacher’s bat-shit crazy, but incredibly cool.
And we do absolutely nothing for an hour
yes, it’s amazing.
except,
for this one,
dumb,
bitch,
who sits in my group with me and my twin
like literally, she asked me what the difference between fiction and no-fiction
also, she was in the specialized Arts program for a year,
but she got under a 65 average, so she failed out.
how are you in academic?
oh well, only 8 more weeks to put up with her.
