Chinaberrytree

It's not you know we don't have time.
*sigh*

Today was okay day.
Gym sucks.
Geometry was a flurry of trying to do my geometery homework due today and my English homework due today. I finished my geometry with seconds to spare and didn't get my English done. XP
English was fun. We played and game and Evan and Kyle were in my group.
Lunch
Doughnuts
was lunch.
Advisory: I got my Geometry homework given today done.
Science: Did a really confusing lab. Mrs. Scary told Evan that Brady told her to give Evan a referal because he never got in trouble. So Evan got the bright idea to act like she had given him one. I was in on it the whole time.
When I met Brady in the hall I got to do the "Evan's got a referral" dance and tell Brady and then laugh as Evan's supposed misery escalated. Brady thought it was as great as I was pretending I did, but Evan had trouble not smiling while he was "sulking."
He kept it up through the walk to Am His and through the beginning of the hour until Brady looks at me and mouths "I think he's faking." I give him an agreeing look and he nods, taking a humoring tone with Evan.
Evan continued to pretend to mope until I looked at Evan and said, "He knows you're faking." Evan then perked right up and told Brady not to tell Sara because he was going to get her with it too. Brady took Evan's sulk to the next level and walked away, ignoring Evan's pleas and sad faces.
I was still laughing. Brady acted mad all hour, but Evan thought Brady was just acting the same way he had been. Brady said he was just mad at Evan and not me, but he left me from Am His without a word and I wasn't so sure.
Oh, well.
He'll be over it tomorrow.
In bio we have the new kid, Don, he's a junior or sophomore, I can't remember, and he's bald like Mr.S. He looks pretty cool, but he could end up being a snot, he kept looking at Evan and I all hour. (He sits right next to us.)
Evan's mindgames continued. He told Sara and Emily about his "referral" and they were like, "What happened? Oh, my god . . ."
Evan said he'd told Mrs. Scary off, but they wanted to know what he said and he kept dodging their questions because he hadn't said anything. When class started and they turned around I grinned and said, "Getting a little wrapped up in our own game, are we?" He'd been biting his bottom lip to keep from smiling when he was talking to them too, they just weren't as observant as Brady.
He told them eventually, fitting the confession in nicely with his story.
And now I 'm here.
He told me to call him at five. I called at five. No one answers.
I call his cell. It's turned off.
What's the point of having a cell phone if the only time he turns it on is when he's at home?
He's a retard.

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