I start school on the 2nd. Oh joyful times. Especially as practically the oldest girl in the school. Last year, everyone thought this kid a whole year older trashed three classrooms and put something in the water bottles in a fourth. Since, because of a play (remember,the play I talked about in my snow thread back in December? Yeah,that one), I was in some scene where this kid gave me flowers (for the heckuva crying out loud, it was 30 seconds of my life), and people thought I really liked that kid and that he somehow got me to trust him so I trashed the classes for him. It was like in the second Harry Potter book, when Harry denies he opened the chamber? Kind of like when he says that it's not possible to live with his aunt and uncle and not hate them:
Me: "I did not trash those classes, one of them I study in!! and I don't like that kid, where did you pick that up from??"
Other kid: "Well, you hate his girlfriend."
Me: "Have you been on bus 405? Try sitting in the same room with her and her friends for 15 minutes."
I hope no one remembers, that my teacher is really as nice as everyone says, that my best friends don't get terrorized, that I make the school play...the list goes on and on.