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Mind Control so my day started off okay I guess, pretty mundane to say the least. you know, one of those run-of-the-mill type of days where nothing bad happens but still nothing exciting happens. Its still the beginning of the day, something might happen. Anyway, so I had decided to work on my project (that should have been done over the weekend!) during this period because there is a sub and everbody has to do the stupid benchmark but not me because I already took the real test and passed it. I had the perfect idea of how I was going to do the project, every detail planned out. If only you could've seen my plans... But now instead of doing that, I'm sitting here typing about how I was going to do it... I step into class and smile. Eveybody has their nice number two pencils ready. Its priceless, I never thought I would look at my peers and rejoice at the fact that they had to spend an hour of their lives taking a fake test and I got off the hook because I had already been through the process. But anyway, I sit down and get ready to get started, (the sub is a nice person too, I remember when he went to school here.) and in th midst of me thinking about how I was going to attain a pair of scissors here comes Chandra Falls. Now, let me tell you about her. Chandra is this Mexican and White know-it-all. I mean, she thinks that everyone was put on earth to serve her. you know the type, one of those girls who thinks their looks are enough to live on. One of those arrogant, cocky b**ches (excuse my french) that are only liked by people who are just like her. It disgusts me to see the way she flirts with all of the guys and all of the male teachers... and the way she treats everyone else like we WANT to do what she thinks is best. Anyway, she comes up to me and says "lets go to the library." And here I am. Don't ask why I didnt say no because I really dont know. All I do know is tomorrow I will say no. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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