Nightmare

February 24, 2013

I had a creepy nightmare yesterday, when Phoebe was a tornado and she wept me up and dumped me in a volcano. I mean how scary is that? After that, I realized I was in eighth period daydreaming and everyone, literally everyone was staring at me, and Mrs. Smith/ Mrs. Annoying glared at me like I was some robber and I very "stealthily" climbed through the building and stole her answer sheet. But I am not!!! Still, I knew she was going to ask me to meet her after class. "Claire! Please never ever fall asleep in class especially if you snore which is very disturbing and you would think I didn't notice you but of course I look right at you and of course you are asleep," Mrs. Annoying said in a very serious tone. I have a very bad feeling that I'm getting a B in math. I thought to myself. "Claire?" "Yeah?" I had no idea who was behind me until I realized it was Phoebe... I hate her. She is an annoying goody-too-shoes. No one likes her to be honest except for the teachers. I wondered what she was going to ask me. "Claire? I can't believe you completely failed the long term project! Ha! Of course I got an A+ on the writing but of course my art grade was a C-. Like always I still probably would of gotten a higher score on writing than you even if you did turn this in!" Phoebe said to me all snobby like. "Well, you do realize I don't care about your writing grade? I only care... no I don't that you got a C- which makes me happy," I said. Then she was all like, "Whatever." Ughhh so annoying. "Hey, Alina! Come on faster," I yelled at my BFF during gym. We were doing track and getting ready for the race that had a prize of $650! But I had a feeling Alina wouldn't win even if she worked her butt of. She is slow but I'm not any faster so hey girlfriends whatever! Phoebe is good at everything except for art. She made the jocks look like slowpokes. "Quit showing off girl!" I yelled at her but Coach Robinson just glared at me. Why do all the teachers at this school hate me so much? I'm off to running because Coach thinks I'm in the bathroom but I'm in the locker room writing in my diary. I've been at it for a pretty long time.