trouble

Tomorrow's the day of the Halloween dance. It's been a very bad week. Some of this may be triggering, as it briefly describes some violent acts.

Tuesday-

On Tuesday I got sent home. I asked my French teacher if she was a 'crack whore' half on a dare and half to bug her, because I really don't like her. So I was sent down to the office. Ms. White, my vice principal, sent me home for the afternoon. I went back after school for choir, and was allowed to go the next day. I'm now temporarily exempt from French until they have a teacher-student-VP meeting sooner or later.

That day went fairly well, and I spent time with my kittens.

Urgh. This is the second day of school for me-and how I can't look forward to it. My teacher's really nice, I have a very good friend in my class who's new (from England!) and...

Jesse. This girl who was my arch nemesis two years ago at the school whose name will not be spoken out of hatred. We had BIIIIGGGG diss fights, and got very close to fist fights over her rumours.

Jesse. The reason-one of them-I refused to go to Glen Ames, where she was last year.

Jesse. The first words out of my mouth upon seeing her. "That is Jesse, right?" Other person: "Yeah." Me: "#%&@$!"

Let's just say we DON'T get along. It was pool when we had our first arguement in two years, because she's stupid and thinks that I'm a satanist, and that the triple moon symbol is some sort of satanic symbol and blah blah blah blah.