Well sadly, I'm not, if you still haven't guessed. But even if its going to be just a little bit of a summary, I'm also doing this to use as a reference for me later on when I read this when I'm older..I guess. Even if it very filled with unneeded drama, tension, screaming, running and silliness, the last week of school for '09 was just plain fun.
For one, once I came back to school, we had a sub for first period. And she came very late, 'round 8:20. Anyway, we watched movies in second period, did NOTHING (except watch Alex and Daniel RHAPE Wallis with their tickling) during third, which is Literacy. Then at lunch, well, we all relocated to the library and skipped 6th period, which is Social Studies. We attended 7th, but like 3rd, we did nothing, except talk. For 8th(gym) same ol' thing. And then for 9th, we (AMANDA) sat at some chairs, talking, while everyone else played with game consoles, cards, etc.
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On Thursday, it was an amazing day.
Today was the day we learned Michael Jackson, but not until later, that he had died, and by tomorrow, we all were mourning. Well, most. During first period, we played on the computers, until we skipped an announcement, and was forced off. In Math, second, we pretty much did nothing as well. Literacy, was as it was the day before.
Now, at lunch, we hid at the library again, hoping to skip S.S. this time as well. We were about to, until we were called to the school's sports' fields. And supposedly we were supposed to stay there til 9th period. And it was hot.
Oh so very hot, and humid. Very. So very warm we had to run under to our normal gym tree where we sat during the times we had gym outside. And we sat there, trying to stay cool, still very warm. Did I mention it was hot?
So, we ended up sneaking back into the school.
All of us were in different pairs of people. During this course of interaction involving our over-active imagination of being paranoid of being searched for by our said S.S. teacher, made us very unfocused as we ran around school like idiots.
We ran from place to place, silently as we could, which was the equivalent sound of animals stomping their foots in a rampage. We all were a group of mad silly kids, drunk on adrenaline of supposedly breaking an unofficially rule of disobedience.
At one time, while we hiding in the third floor bathrooms, and had recently met up with other kids from our classes, our little group were separated into hiding by gender. Girls at the girls, and the boys at the boys. But, even in the bathroom, they were caught, the boys, that is.
While this happened, we, the girls, Alex, Mari, I, (and formerly Wallis, before she ditched us for the safety of not getting into trouble by being outside) were in hiding in the girls bathroom. And even if it was a bathroom, it was the most funnest bathroom ever. Why? One word.
Dark.
It was dark.
Yes, there was no electricity, none at all. It was dark, and you could hardly see your own hand in front of you. Just like the perfect setting for a scene in a Resident Evil game. We had to use our phones as a means to communicate, but even its lights weren't bright enough. This place was where we spent most of our time that day.
With the boys gone(or so we thought), and hearing suspicious sounds right outside the bathroom door, we all panicked, and crammed into the last stall, locking it and becoming suddenly silent, when we heard footsteps padding inside the room.
Hearing people (teenagers?) talking, we came out and relaxed. Two high schoolers, a girl and a boy (in the GIRLS bathroom?) was there.
For the next 40 mins or so, we kept contacting people using our phones, talking while sitting down and by 2:15, we decided to ditch the bathroom and head for the Art Room, period nine.
We found it to be a much easier place to relax and breathe. And til the end of the day, we talked.
We did learn later on, the boys were sent outside, but denied they were "caught".
And we also realized that we had been sitting down in the girls bathroom, which is a bathroom, a place filled with germs. Gah.
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Friday, we all relaxed. People were still mourning, mostly the worshipers of said celebrity.
Which Steven was one.
When Alex told him that MJ was a accused child molester, he denied he was and rambled off, mostly yelling that MJ was a huge influence and the best star of his time. Which is true, but still doesn't change the fact that he could still have been a child molester.
We all played, and enjoyed our school day, mostly by attending all our classes without skipping, and being able to talk to each other (AMANDA) throughout the whole day.
Wallis had taken many pictures of people, places and things, in the school. And well, we had fun.
Afterschool, we had planned going to the park. During the ride home, at the bus, we spotted Daniel (one of the people we were going to meet at the park) in his mother's car, which was jammed in traffic, right next to the bus we were on.
We all started banging on the window, trying to get his attention. It was hilarious how we acted, screaming out his name, trying to get him to give us even one look. And then I remembered something that could be so very useful at the moment. I HAD a phone. Duh.
I immediately speed-dialed him and while I watched everyone else still bang on the windows, I saw him pick up his phone(mentally cheering), and told him to look up. He did and gave us a funny look. Then he hanged up on me.
After that, we enjoyed our first bus ride with Ashanti for once, together, peacefully. You see, Ashanti had always used a different bus than the three of us did. So it was a nice thing to actually have her ride with us for once, since we were going to the park together.
As the ride went on, I thought briefly of how Daniel must be already at the park. He was on a car after all, which had sped past the bus we're on when the traffic cleared. But when we got to the park, he wasn't there. Oh well.
He did come, and that's when we the real fun began. (But of course we've been having fun even before he came, but with him, we just had more.)
Alex was not her usual-self. No, she was her in one of silly mind modes. One which she gets from either rolling on the school soccer field in circles, or from her sometimes bipolar mood swings. And right now, she was getting like that, from watching little children.
Don't get me wrong, Alex is not a *****. Mari is, and she admits it. I sometimes am, but at this moment, Alex was taking the spotlight. We watched and followed her roam the park, cooing little children; asking their names, if they wanted to play with us, and "Wanna be my best friend?-wink wink-". In other words, it was very funny.
While doing this, we met Vincent, a kid who we spotted performing power ranger attacks and karate moves. And he even OFFERED to teach us. [Did you know he seemed to be like 8 or 9?] And we accepted. xD
So, there we were, practicing moves in an effortless way, watching our 'mentor', in the middle of the playground in the goshdamned park. Daniel and I stopped and waited at the sidelines. Ashanti simply stopped and stood in her spot, while Alex and Mari continued following Vincent, giggling(laughing) all the way.
Also, when Daniel had come to the park, he had brought his younger sister, oh-whats-her-name...a girl that has a name that starts with an A.
Being so over-friendly, and enthusiastic, we wanted to meet one of our best friend's siblings. Well, we didn't really, because whenever we would step near her, Daniel would start screaming "RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY" like a freak'in dumb-arse.
Anyway, it was still funny, watching her flee whenever her brother called. Haha.
Besides that, we just enjoyed the day, and that was that.
---Hahahahah, so tired. Gah, this is so crappy, but I don't mind right now. Its better than nothing, right? Anyway, this was what happened~ Well, mostly...And believe me, even if I described it like this, and it doesn't seem that much fun, it really was.---
