Saturday, 5 July 2008
06:15:58 AM (GMT)
Just because I didn't walk home with her, she's all mad! D:
erm, here's the story...>________>
Okay, so it was your ordinary Friday afternoon at
We were in the Dance Club room, and was thinking of the plans for the next meeting
since there's gonna be a celebration of a saint or something....so, I signed up for
the Dance Drama, that I didn't know what for, and then we started talking about the
new name for the club.
I suggested 'Terpsichoreans' as in, Terpsichore, the muse of dancing.
Then the 3rd years started clapping their hands and yelling, "That's
[beeepmybrother'snamebeep] little sister!"
[Yes, my older brother is popular, hell, like I care that he cares anyway]
Ofcourse, being my meek-self I slowly sunk back to my seat and slowly hid behind
who was-unfortunately- short and I wasn't hidden from the class.
Then, we talked about who wanted to join in the costume museum or something.
I wasn't really listening.....since, I was at the back.
So, I joined the Ballroom thingy.
'Coz I needed to wear a gown.
DAMMIT, a GOWN, for God's sake!
Where the hell am I supposed to find a GOWN, of all things?!
Anyway, the meeting ended and we retreated back to the classroom. Then, we started
cleaning.....and I wasn't allowed to clean....since, I'm allergic to dusts.
And if I didn't back off I'd get a scolding from our homeroom teacher that I'm not
supposed to be allowed there.
But she wasn't there, so I started cleaning.
But Monique didn't clean.
Even if she was a Friday cleaner, that must've slipped her mind.
She just put her cosmetics-bag-of-dewn in her bag and off she went with Camille.
I was kinda annoyed, I kept calling her name but she wouldn't turn around.
Then, I muttered, "Damn, prep..", ofcourse, you're not gonna tell her that! :D
So, after cleaning the classroom, fixing my things, brushing my hair, checking on my
cellphone and trying to carry my bag without tripping because it's so heavy with my
stupid books that are so useless-in my point of view anyway-, I started
waiting for Monique.
Monique's one of my bestfriends :D
She may be too...preppy and stuff >_________>
but she's still nice and all :D
Anyway, I got tired of waiting-I'm not a very patient person, mind you- when
my phone vibrated inside my skirt pocket.
It was my mom u________u''
She was texting if I was home already and I texted back a big 'No'.
Then she texted back saying she'll be a little late and that I needed to go home
since my brother-who is very irresponsible and only cares about three things; his
looks[hair mostly], his girlfriend[GAG!], and family[ain't that so sweet?]- would
probably be somewhere with his friends or something.
And then, I shrugged and said, " 'kay, whatever.." to no one in particular, texted
Monique that I'll be going and off I went.
Now, she's mad at me D:
It's not my fault that she didn't get the message and it wasn't my fault that she'd
have to clean for a whole week since she didn't clean.