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Dear diary,
Today's been a long school day. I had to stay late to help Amy with cleaning the basketball hall. It was so fucking messy. Doesn't the basketball team know what cleaning is?? School hasn't been too difficult, to be honest; with these grades I might even become a doctor!
Anyway, today Mr. Kraftson wasn't his usual self; he wasn't as annoying as usual?! I mean, he usually always screams at our class at the slightest of inconveniences. Gosh, he's annoying. But today he didn't even care that we used our phones in class! I heard something pretty interesting; they said his wife died. Poor guy, that has to hurt a lot. Didn't she work at NASA? They cremated her yesterday, I heard. So the class was pretty respectful towards him. But not Braden. That idiotic delinquent. He poured hot coffee on Mr. Kraftson's back while he was doing a presentation. He got kicked out of class for the 6th time this week. Does he never learn? Ugh, he's basically a genetic miracle. It's so unfair. Why does he, the bad guy, get to be 6'4", have an IQ of 145, and be the leader of the basketball team? Not to mention his 6'9 wingspan. He's basically bred specifically to play basketball. It's so unfair. Someday I'll get revenge on him, after he bullied Jack to... you know what.
Anyway, I've noticed that a lot of people didn't come to school today. Weird, but it's still winter, so they're probably still sick. Tomorrow is school, so I have to sleep early.