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Wow, today was ********. More ******** than usual.

I road to school with my brother and right when I go to my 1st period Mr.Moran (moron), the assistant principal is standing right in front of my classroom.

"Is this your 1st period?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"Well you're not going into this class ever again."

I was in tears. "Why not?"
"You know what you did."

Why does he always think I know what I did?
I'm 1 of those kids who gets sent to the office 3 out of 5 days.
I don't look for trouble, I just seem to find it.

I guess my essay was a little too graphic. It was about killing n' s**t. I used my teacher's 1st name in my story and she was 1 of the people who got shot. I didn't know her 1st name was Chandra! I honestly didn't. I started crying but was fine later. My classes are now being switched around and I'm pissed about that!

My ma even went to the school and complained. I was surprised because every time I'm in trouble she doesn't care at all. I'll get punished and then it goes away, whatever. She was just mad 'cause I'm getting my schedule all jacked up when I have really good teachers. She really tried to help me. She even e-mailed "Chandra." Nothing worked. My English teacher is a ******** p***y and is afraid of me.

What can a little fagget do to an adult?
I'm not gonna answer that.

I'm in a better mood since talking to my French teacher.
I guess I wont go to 1st tomorrow and just go straight to moron.