"This school report is effing bad," Mark says, looking more stunned then a constipate goldfish. "You need to work on your social maths class before I send you off to college without a signature! That'll be, like…"
"Mark!" Susan snapped her fingers in front of Mark's face. Mark shook his head. "God damn reports. Effing bad!" he half-joked. "Mark!" Susan tried getting his attention. "Language, dude!" Susan recovers. "Actually, Marsh Fields aren't that bad. In fact, go on a diet, Susan!" Mark shoots back. I swear, with these two in charge for a two-week school sleepover, it'll be a social nightmare. "I'm going to the bathroom," I say and scurry to the Girl's Bathroom.
21st of January
OK, so, tomorrow is the first day of school. Big deal! Not! What's totally like holy effing crap is that our new teacher for social studies and math, Mrs. Newnine is like a total Gorgon. First of all, how lucky (not!) social studies started first period-with Mrs. Newnine! She has about five to seven rules I am going to copy down:
- NEVER talk during class.
- Raise your hand when you want to talk.
- If you be naughty or disobey me, you will be locked up in the BROOM CUPBOARD for a limit of time, depending what you did.
- NO working together AT ALL!!! (What the eff is this? Preppy school?)
You are NEVER allowed to stand up from your seat with permission.- NEVER leave class when teacher is explaining.
- REMEMBER, if you disobey me, you will be locked up in the BROOM CUPBOARD!!!!!!
Temper, temper…broom cupboard? Mrs. Newnine is fighting a losing battle between us kid, and it's a tight drawn because school doesn't start till tomorrow and she doesn't even know it.
Well, summer vacation was…weird. Andrew (My brother) was screaming his head out in his room, playing loud rock music and smashing his electronic guitar. Told mom that he could kill himself if SHE doesn't do anything about it. Mom said that was incoercible for me to say that. So, she told me off for not cleaning up my room and doing the dishes that night. Mom stuck to sticky notes on the top fridge at the start of summer-one note for me and one note for Drew. Then she told us whenever one of us acts totally naughty or disobeys her etc. etc. she will put a big, fat, red X on either side. At the end of the year, whoever has the least crosses will get a shopping spree. I'd LOVE a shopping spree. Drew said he wants a new shrunken head from ME cos I'm the only person in the family who has enough money for one (Except for mom and dad, of course but they won't allow him to get one.) Called Drew a worm. Next, said that under his armpits was a jungle. Mom heard from the kitchen (We were in the lounge room that afternoon watching Loves, Lies and Living) and scribbled to big, red, fat X's on my side without even telling me because I only knew when I walked past the fridge to get a drink. Tried to scribble madly with a black texta off my crosses (After all, Drew only had 1 cross.) Dad caught me out and called mom. Mom told me off and added another cross to my side. Drew smirked. Opened my mouth to call him a 'drained elicited rat' but shut it immendiantly.
January 22ned Monday
School today. Saw my best friends, Leanne and Sheryl. Well, what was crap was that THEIR summer was better than mine. For instance, Leanne went to get her head dyed brunette with her sister at the Haute Hair-Dresses Ma`nu French. God, I'd LOVE to get my hair done at the hairdresser-one of the famous hair dresses in the United States and probably the world. It's really expensive, obviously. Sheryl went with her parents to get new contacts, which were aquaish greenish blue, which covered her natural hazel eyes. Now, Sheryl looks like a model, light blond hair and blue green eyes…Leanne, well, now looks better with brunette but somehow, I feel like the red gaze matches her.
Mrs. Newnine-Social studies first period (Duh!) we all took our seats, Sheryl and Leanne was sitting in the seats in the second row. Mrs. Newnine was due to class yet so I scurried to sit next to Leanne (That meant Leanne was in the middle of me and Sheryl.) but then realized that I was sitting next to smelly Laura Moribeeto. Couldn't move to sit next to Sheryl cos then, right that minute Mrs. Newnine, aka The Monster came in our class.
This is what she said:
Mrs. Newnine (Pointing to a broom cupboard): This is what the 'Naughty Broom Cupboard looks like.
Sheryl: (Sniggers)
Mrs. Newnine: (barks) QUIET!! Sheryl Compass, you will be the first person to be in this cupboard, for fifteen minutes if you continue! That goes for the rest of yous!
Whole class: (Silence)
Mrs. Newnine (Twitches completely white eyebrow): Yes, SILENCE! Now, get out your social studies WITHOUT A SOUND or peep out of all out you!
Sammy (A really dumb boy with red hair and freckles): But you are making sounds, Mrs, Newnine!
Mrs. Newnine: Come here, Sammy Lincoln!
OK, OK, enough already! To make a long session short, Sammy Lincoln was stuck and completely locked in the broom cupboard for the WHOLE session.
At lunch, we all got in the cafeteria (Me, Sheryl and Leanne.) No seats or tables left. Well, there WERE some seats free but some kids were being titanicful and seriously, they didn't realize ANY of them being it.
January 23rd
Tuesday-
This morning, looks like Drew really needed a shrunken head for who knows what reason or who knows why. He sneaked into my room at about five thirty in the morning and placed a bucket on the top of my bedroom door and rope and all that to make it balance. So when I opened the door, he pulled the rope and the bucket fell and I got soaked. Called mom. She came 10 minutes late when she was supposed to and Drew got away with it. Mom made ME to scrub the water off the floor before school. Drew is such a loser! Had an argument with Drew in the car this morning.
Cassie (Me): Drew, you are such a rat!
(Said that cuz I found out that he ripped up my English Book.)
Drew: Gimmie a shrunken head and I'll stop these tricks.
(Mom didn't hear at all cuz she was on her phone!!)
Cassie (Me): No way!
Drew (Smirking): Well, you're just going to have to hope for the best. But hope for the worst, as well cuz it gonna happen again, drowned out!!
Cassie (Me): MOM!!!!!!
At the end, mom heard what Drew did to me so now Drew has a big, red, fat X on his note. When we got to school, Laura was already there, poking a piece of already-used tissue on the floor with a stick. In the hallways, I found Sheryl. She says she didn't know where Leanne was. But it turns out that Leanne was away with a bad virus flu. –Shrug- Like, Leanne's EVER sick. Yup. And you guest it-got locked up in the cupboard AGAIN. The teacher is like effin hell! No OFFENCE!!!! Geez
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