• I was sad because ofall the boys yelling and screeming at my table at school. they were making farting noises with their arm pits. I was happy when the eght period bell rang so I could go to my advizory class. When I got in the class room, my heart sank when I saw that all the people at my table were boys and they were all goofing around. One of the more mature boys was staring at me in a way that said I feel sorry for you.I got in trouble for what the extreemly naughty boys at my table did. My teacher thought that Everyone should be treated by their table mates. She thought they might feel sorry for me and never do it again. I'm unhappy that they might do it again though.
    I'm tired of the neew seating chart already. I sit eith the moost naughty boys in the class. My teacher probobly moved them there so I could set an example that they won't ever follow. I want the old seating shart that I had since the beginning of the school year. I sat with the most mature people in the class. Sometimes I think my teacher hates me because she keeps giving me all the worst things and the most irresponsible people at my table. Then again, all my teachers are like that...
    The bell rag for everyone to go home. I allways sit alone on the bus, no one that rides my bus likes me. I'm allways the most quiet on the bus. I can hear people gossipping about me everywhere. It makes me want to go home, ly in my bed, and cry. They all spread ruomors...
    My mom allways cheers me up when she has the time. She almost always at her back breaking job. She has to run from place to place telling everyone in town to buy a stupid product. She never even bought one. She thinks they are stupid too.
    My sisters always fight over the french toalst sticks. It gets very annoying. I don'tknow why they can't just share. I don't like french toast sticks so I don't fight with them. I wouldn't anyway. I co;uld cook my own if I wanted some. My favorite food is strawberries. I never get to buy them though, because they are always way too expencive. I am one of those poor familys who never gets anywhere in life.
    I wish I could go live in a fancy mantion by my self and buy all the things I ever wanted. I think I deserve it. I've lived my entire life trying to make everything right. My grandmother gives me a penny for my birthday so I can finally have fifteen cents.
    My mom sais that wishing won't help anything. She sais that they are worth nothing. When she was young, she wiched for everything and got nothing.That's why she took my journal and tossed in the furnous.I cried for an hour after that. This is just to show you how much my like sucks.