Today Fizz and I went on a walk. Where we may or may not have been stalked by some guy who was "running". I'm a skeptic. It was cold. I can't feel my hands. And the wind was like ice.
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Let's get started. Today, we went to homeroom to collect our second semester schedules. My homeroom consists of people I A. don't like, B. don't know, or C. don't talk to. So I was spending my jolly ten minutes studying for the Anatomy exam tomorrow (oh noes.)
Then, out of the corner of my eye I see him. It's Coach Butts. I have Mr. Santmier (who occupies the room right next to Coach Butts' room). I was terrified. He inched closer, not saying a word. Into the room. By the desk I was standing by.
To my relief, I saw that Katie Comer was sitting on a desk by me - perhaps he came to talk to her. I was wrong. He stood there, saying nothing, for a good minute. Until finally I had to say "Oh hi Coach Butts."
"Oh hey there. You know that's the last schedule you're going to get in high school." *points to my schedule*
"Erm. Yeah. Sad, I guess." *hides schedule inside Anatomy book, realizing my home address is written at the top*
"And these will be the last finals you'll have to take, too."
"Uh. Yeah. That's good."
"So, how are your classes this year?" *buttons up jacket*
"Oh they're great! I'm doing a few new projects with them."
"Oh yeah. I saw the book you're making them read. My dad owns it."
"It's a good book."
"Are you making them do the city project?"
"Something something something I'm too busy looking for a distraction to listen to you something."
Then he started rambling about some girl in his class this year who apparently "gets every question right on every single test."
I was going to ask him how he would know that if he doesn't grade the tests, but decided against it. Instead I said, "Even smarter than Erin?"
He started talking about something else. Then, the bell rang. And I was like "Oh. Yeah. I totally have a class. Not lunch." *lies*
Phew. He terrifies me.
- ▼ 2010 (365)