The Bus: Day Three

Ah the bus. It contains the good, the bad, and the ugly. On my bus, 1319, there are 2-5 kids in my grade that ride. Me (Zaylee), Little Red, Carmen, ZF, and LS. So, for the last 2 days we've had a sub bus driver. And he's basically an ass. He doesn't give a crap if we kill each other as long as we get home. So this kid (highschooler) goes up and messes with the radio. He screws it up and starts playing dirty rap music (grades pre-k through 12th riding) and the bus driver is driving not giving a shit. So the middleschoolers are looking at each other like "wtf?" And then we get to a house where you drive down the road and then back up it because that's safer. And he hits the mailbox. So everyone piles to back of the bus to look and he's still driving not even turning to look at us or the mailbox. I won't say anymore but I witness everything that happens on that bus because I'm the last kid off. So yea. Bye.
~Z

Cafeteria: Day 2

Everyone does it. You and your friends sit at a certain table everyday. Like always. You check out the tables around you and you feel like you have to label them. So, my friends and I have already done this. Here's our table label.

In our cafeteria we have 21 tables, I think. Some we've labeled, some we haven't. I'm going to start in the front of the lunchroom, and go to the back ok, ok.

Row One
1. Rejected Game Boy Freaks
2. Awkward Troublemakers
3. Troublemakers
4. More Troublemakers (+random kids)
5. Wannabe's
6. Freaks and Geeks (My table)
7. Outcasts (with exeptions)

Row Two
1. Empty
2. Mostly Empty
3. Empty
4. Nerds
5. "Jocks" (alternates)
6. Preps 1
7. Preps 2

Row Three
1. 8th graders who sit w/ us
2. Empty
3. Empty
4. Kiss-Ups
5. More Kiss-Ups
6 & 7. Random kids

There you have it, a map of our glorious lunchroom table labels. Bye.

Gym: Day One

Ok, so hi. I'm Zaylee and this middle school from my perspective. Let's start from the beginning. I live in a small town, but a lot happens. We've been in school for about 2-3 months. And just today gym screwed up.

So I'm not the best in gym. If anything, I suck. So we do exercises first thing, like most do. First toe touches, then right over, left over, jumping jacks, Hollywood, sit ups, push ups. Then we have to run. We run across the gym 10 times. And as my friends and I were running, I run into this girl. So I fall on the floor trying not to cry. Which is hard considering I just ran into a girl and fell on the floor. And so I got to sit on the bleachers with my friend Little Red. We talked about what happened. The girl I ran into, I'll call her Mini. So I move out of the way so we don't hit, and Mini does the same thing after I do. So, we collide. Little Red watches me pull my tooth. And it finally comes out. So in the bathroom we talk about how we hope Mini gets a black eye. And this is the truth, so yea. Bye guys.
~Zaylee