November 9, 1929
I am so annoyed at the creep that I could just SCREAM!! Jason Cunningham (THE most annoying boy at school) sits right behind me in school (Description: brown hair with one strand always flopping forward on his forehead, light skin, expressive brown eyes, a HUGE dimple in one of his cheeks. Okay, so he IS kinda cute.) Today, he passed a note to me in class. It said, "You are the weirdest girl I have ever met. You play with Mexicans. You make your own toys. You are so stupid, you probably can't even read this letter! Why are you here in school, little girl?" The note made me so mad I reread the letter. The second time it seemed even more annoying. To make matters worse, when I looked up from the note, I looked into the eyes of, most likely, the meanest 5th grade teacher a girl could ask for--Ms. Fran. I got in trouble for reading his extremely rude note! Oh, the nerve! I'm so mad at him I could just . . . And most of what he said is NOT true! I am NOT weird! I do NOT make my own toys! I am NOT stupid! The only thing he said that was partly true was that I play with Mexicans. (Anita is only HALF Mexican, so therefore, what he said is only PARTLY true! HA! Take THAT, Jason Cunningham!)
Well, I better go take a walk . . . so I can cool down.
Well, I better go take a walk . . . so I can cool down.
