Today, I had two goddamn hours of math, and my friend and I were bored out of our fucking minds. So we said, “fuck this,” skipped one of the lessons, and wandered off to another building where the 11th and 12th graders study (yeah, I’m in 8th grade, btw). We just strolled around like we owned the place, walking into random classrooms like we actually fucking belonged there. And honestly? We kinda pulled it off—we look a bit older, so people totally bought it. We were cracking up the whole time, and nobody around us had a damn clue why.
Anyway, at the end of the day, I went back and asked a friend how the lesson went, and she straight-up told me the teacher is gonna fucking murder me—she’s planning to call my mom and talk all kinds of shit about me. But get this—she didn’t even notice my friend was missing too. Cause with a face like mine? There’s no fucking way anyone forgets me. Rich problems, you know?
Anyway, if I don’t make it out alive, you know what happened.
Anyway, at the end of the day, I went back and asked a friend how the lesson went, and she straight-up told me the teacher is gonna fucking murder me—she’s planning to call my mom and talk all kinds of shit about me. But get this—she didn’t even notice my friend was missing too. Cause with a face like mine? There’s no fucking way anyone forgets me. Rich problems, you know?
Anyway, if I don’t make it out alive, you know what happened.