When bitches arise.

I don't get it. There are so many people in the class who love ditching class all the time, and it's okay that they ditch class, but not okay that we ditched for a day? And then on top of that you call my mum. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? Okay, so I didn't have a stomach ache, but I couldn't possibly tell you that I ditched because it was my birthday and that I just wanted my own time off right? That would just be ridiculous, and get me into more trouble.

and what the hell is up with telling my best friend's parents that the other two of us are bad influences on her? Have you got any idea how hard you're going to make her life because her parents are going to hate us and not want her to hang out with us, and she is going to have problems convincing her parents that we're not bad influences, that we're just teenagers who ditch school from time to time?

I don't mind you shouting at us for ditching class because that's obviously our fault, but the fact that you blow this out of proportion, calling our parents, and just making it seem like you have never ditched and told a lie because you ditched. You need to stop acting so self-righteous.

And you, you couldn't keep your mouth shut could you? "Oh, she never come because today is her birthday." This is partly your fault too. If you'd keep your bloody mouth shut, nothing like this would actually happen dumbfuck. You're just a jealous back-stabbing bitch who's not happy that for once, you aren't the fucking teacher's pet.

That the teachers don't like you as much as the previous teachers did. Seriously, you think that complaining every fucking 5 minutes to the teacher that you can't draw for shit is actually going to help your fucking drawing happen? NO. it's not. Get some fucking tracing paper shit and do the tracing shit you do.

And it's sad that for this curriculum, people like me who don't actually use tracing paper, who actually draw, wouldn't be given the advantage because the rest like you can just use tracing and get equally good (or better since it's straight off copied) work.

UGHHHHH. I'm raging, at the same time, shutting down, because if my dad knows, that'll be it. i'll get hit like there's no tomorrow. I'm prepared.
Fuck yeah.