Originally, I was gonna add a sketch of a guy going “AYYYY!” for that amazing humor at the end of the chapter, until I remembered - I can’t art very well. You know who can art well? ALL OF MY BEST FRIENDS. I guess they make up for their awkwardness with amazing art skills or something, so that makes it kind of fair I guess. My best friends are Honor, Shemsu, and Anthony (aka HONAH (must be yelled), Shemsizzle, and Anthobat). Honor [scribbled out section] He was my first friend in the group. He’s zany, spaztic, and REALLY awkward, so I mess with him a lot. Shemsu [scribbled out section] is also very shy, but the demon inside him who we call “Shem2” will prove different. And when the time comes, “Shem3” will come out and practically obliterate you mentally. Anthony [scribbled out section] is on the lesser level of awkward, and he’s a Paleantologist (he’s paleo, so he doesn’t eat wheat or something, I don’t know what it’s short for) and he’s practically the guardian of all of our inside jokes. We have too many inside jokes. Take the simple word “box” for example. Seems like a normal word, right? Now take a Shemsu that has the song “D*** in s Box” by Justin Timberlake stuck in his head, but he doesn’t curse, so it just comes out as “It’s my (pause) in a box!” and as he keeps repeating the chorus, it becomes “It’s my mmmMM box!” then eventually “It’s my box!” Now when a teacher tells you to put your homework in his box, you’d think it was illegal. Shemsu sits in front of me in Blitch’s, so he’s there, right now, as I’m writing this. Sure hope he doesn’t turn around and question my writing. But he’s too busy making stupid amazing artwork to notice. Did I mention he’s a Visual Arts major? So is Anthony. Honor just does art because he’s dumb too, and all I get is jealousy*.

My handwriting got sloppy at the end of that last paragiraffe (a very tall paragraph) because Blitch’s ended and I had to rush over to Lyke’s. Heck, my handwriting’s always sloppy. But this is probably typed by now, so you’re freaking welcome. Now Mr. Lyke’s math class, it’s super, SUPER boring, no offense. So writing is fun in here. Also Honor sits next to me, sorta, in this class That’s a fun time. He jealousizes me up the wall by accidentally showing off his art. He wears beanies and shirts with unnecessary buttons, so I constantly mess with him silently. Actually, I’m gonna let him review these first two chapters once this one ends. In other news, chapter’s over.