| Oh no! Damn, I forgot my homework for math class! My mind was far away from this hard algebra. Shit, Mr. Pitt is going to humiliate me. He isn`t nice when it comes to forgotten homework. I f he could only be like normal teachers. But no, mr. Pitt have to exaggerate. He alwyas scream out laud "AGAIN Christi? How many times have you forgot your homework this week?" And I am way to embarrased to say something to defend my self. He make me seem like a big shit, and I hate it! So I look down at my desk, pretending not to care. My minds are automaticly turned back to yesterday. All the weird and wrong things I did, fill my brain. I feel like a total idiot, but still-there was something I did last night that seemed to be right. But I just cant find out what it was. I think I`ll just start at the beginning, so that you`ll understand what I`m talking about. I`ll start the story a friday night in May, and work my way forward to this monday morning in late Jun. Erin and I was at "the stocking", as we were every friday night. But this was no regular night at all. We prepered our selves for maybe 2 hours, before we arrived around 10. It did`t take long, before Peter and Daryll came-just as planned. But, I`m telling you, my heart skipped a beat. They came with Elijah Wood. ELIJAH WOOD. |
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