Today I went back to school. The day went pretty fast and fairly well. My least favorite teacher got a new haircut, and one of my long-term subs got a perm. That kept me amused for awhile. So the day went pretty well, except for second period.

Second period I have health. My health group consists of me, a friend Kelly, and this girl who has to be gay. She's pretty scary otherwise. And Kelly was absent, leaving me with the probably lesbo Nicole. So after following her around and trying to get her to realize that she was in my group, we sat down and I took over our assignment which was to write an essay about abstinence. I was wearing a shirt I got for Christmas, brand new. I was already pretty uncomfortable sitting alone with Nicole because I admit, I was afraid people might take us for friends. There was a group of popular girls across from where I was sitting, and I heard them say,"She's got a tag on her shirt! Where? On her back!" One of them actually got up and looked and sat back down. Louder, I heard,"Tell her!" I started to feel my pulse in my face...and hoped they wouldn't tell me and I could just wait til the bathroom pass was free. Otherwise I'd get even more embarrassed and make some stupid comment. They didn't say anything and neither did anyone else. For about five minutes. Then a really snobby girl pointed it out, and I reached back and pulled them off, cooly, not saying anything. Then came the worst of it all- just after they told me, Nicole goes,"They're saying you have a tag on your shirt," in this voice where you could so tell that she was glad to pick on someone. So, one of the girls, I think Jenna, said,"Some friend you are Nicole!" I wanted so much to say we were not friends at all, but I couldn't. I don't know why.

For your info, I'm not unpopular. I'm not popular. Yes, I have friends, and I'm in the middle of the in and ew groups. I'm sorry if I offended any gay people, but it's just not that. Nicole talks to herself, and she smells.

When this was happening to me, I thought, well, this will give me something to write in my journal. *weird* Every day so far (oooh, three!) I've known just about what I was going to write about here before I did it. I hope that doesn't happen all the time.


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