Day three: Wednsday

Mom: go to school

Me: I'm going. Oh-no! Im late I gotta get dressed

Mom: bye

Me: ok hi teacher I'm doing gym class now. Now I'm playing games. Now I'm writing my book

Teacher: ok I'll play a cheesey song. 

Me: thanks a lot

Teacher: your welcome

Me: you know what sarcasm is, right?

Teacher: nope!

Me: that sucks. You couldeve been cooler

Mom: sorry I'm interrupting but what are your teachers names?

Me: math Chinese and English

Mom: thank you

Me: glad your happy

Mom: yay! You care about me!

Me: glad your happy

Friend: we meet again at four today

Me: that isn't a question, is it?

Friend: no

Me: fine. Actually at three thrity to get it over with sooner

Friend: ok yay more time with you

Me: ok glad your happy

Teacher: say goodbye now

Class: bye

Me: so long suckers!

Me: finnally do school work

Me: why does Chinese have to be so hard 

Me: this sucks

Me: can I stop now

Me: I wish I could play video games

Me: but then mom would hate me forever

Me: I gotta get this done

Me: finnally done 

Mom: good now we can eat

Me: eat dinner go to bed

Every Wedsday, I will post a story. A silly one. A non-real one. 

Oscar was very jealous of Amber, who always sat at the front seat of class. It was a Friday, and Oscar had gotten bad grades Beacuse Ambers blue pluffy hair was in the way of the teacher and her presentation. 

"Can you scoot?" He asked. 

"No." She said. 

"Why not?" He asked. 

"None your beeswax." She said. 

"Why?" He asked. 

"I told you. None your beeswax." She said. 

"But why?" He asked. 

"I'll tell you at reces." She said. 

After lunch and math, it was time for reces. Oscar found Amber leaning on a tree, reading a book. 

"So? Why?" He asked.

"I got beeswax on my butt. If I moved everyone would have seen it." She said. 

"Ok. But why didn't you tell me then?" He asked. 

"I did. None your beeswax." She said. 

"I was jealous of you!" 

"OH. BUT I WAS JEALUS OF YOU." He said. 

"Why?" She asked. 

"You sat at the front." He said. 

"Oh. But why could not you just ask me to switch seats with you? I could switch, but I can't scoot." She asked. 

"What?" He asked. 

"But why could not you just ask me to switch seats with you?" she said again.