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So a friend walked into the pod with her shoes held together with a thick piece of sticky tape.

"Just buy a new pair in Chinatown! They're like 5 bucks!"

What made this comment comical was that another guy over heard the word "Chinatown" and proceeded to try and intimidate this friend.
"What did you say?!"

First period was drama, and we got the daily notices read out.

"You need to return a book to the library."
"What book, miss?"
"The book thief. Isn't it ironic?"


"Romeo, Romeo, let down your hair."


Later on, during maths, out of boredom, I decided to bite my friend's arm.
"What?! No! I just washed it yesterday, man!!" She complained, making an apparent observation to the rests of saliva now on her jumper.
I doubt it'd been 5 minutes when I did it again. This time, she punched my arm and said
"HEY! HEY! DO YOU WANT A WENIS?!"
"...er, maybe?... huh?"
"YOUR HEAD!"
Or something like that.

A friend was sitting in front of us.
And he spent his maths lesson pressing "5" and "=" as fast as he could on his calculator.

After a while I look over my shoulder at my friend again, and caught her writing the following words on a piece of paper

"There is no I in team but there is in Dishwasher."
I laughed at that, and she looked at me with a face, wondering if I retarded.
To what I answered
"What the hell? Dishwasher!? Hahaha!"
"What?! THERE IS!!"
"Can I use the "Your head" comment in my blog?"
"Yes, but you have to put "Aidin™" next to it."
At the time, Sir was writing a math problem on the board that started like this
"I invested $10,000 blah blah blah."
My friend makes a PFFFT noise and hits her head.
I look at her once more, then at her paper.
"Aidin" I said after seeing it written on her book.
I laughed again, and made the PFFT noise, too.
"Haha, can't stop thinking about him," I laughed.
She pouted and then laughed again.
Aidin invested $10,000.

I wish I had that much money.
Then I could buy myself and iPod touch!
WOOT WOOT.

Last two periods were double physics-YAY,- and after finishing our job, Miss said we could have some free time. So I spent some of my time playing shadow puppets with the projector, maiking the dog eat the retarded rabbit just about 3538721 times.
Went back to my seat, tired enough, when a friend writes on my book
"Jacob Black is not a heterosexual."
Making a very nice comment on my favourite fictional character.
To this I replied by writing this big parograph about how he was not gay, but he had been seduced (see: raped), and therefore had to live with the guy (See: has been kept as a sex slave, so the rapist won't expose his biggest secret).

I decided I would write this story (and promised a Lemon scene. XD) and name it "The Closet" as it would show the way that the rapist came out of the closet and decided to rape our lovely Benjamin [Names were changed].
We spent the rest of the lesson brainstorming any specific ideas this friend would like me to write in the story.

Oh, and let's not forget how I got hit by a bottle.
AGAIN.
And yes, by the same person. -sigh.-

"Hahaha, you're acting like a retard, Kirra."
"Yeah, haha, but you act like a retard every other day, hahah."

Your Head. (Aidin ™)