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March 26, 2003

Well, diary, it’s me. Sorry I didn’t write yesterday, but I was just so pissed! Ohh, I’m so gonna kill that little brat!

Okay, okay. Let me back up there. You know how my class is strange, right? I mean, I’ve written about those happy idiots before. Still, let me just get it out.

Besides all the general native idiots, my class has an unfair share of transfer students. One’s a little blond English girl (aside from the fact that she’s only ten, I’m all right with her. She’s at least quiet enough in the corner. Sometimes I even forget she’s there. Which is a good thing.). Another is some giant. Last I heard she was half Porto Rican and half Japanese. I’d say she’s taken after the foreign side, if you ask me (How can a girl be that big?!). Again, she’s quiet so I can safely ignore her. Finally, the last foreigner.

Zazie Rainyday. What the hell kind of name is that?! Yeah she’s quiet, but she’s a complete and total freak! She’s got some freakin face paint or tattoos or something. Either way, it’s weird. And what kind of person has white hair at that age?! It’s not natural I tell you.

Oh, and while I’m on the topic of not natural, we have a robot in our class. That’s right, a freakin robot. And no one says anything about it! I mean, how can you not notice that she’s not human?! She has a freakin key coming out the back of her head! At least those twins are human.

Hm? What am I talking about? Well, it turns out that we happen to have the honor of having a pair of twin girls as students. Now I have nothing against twins, but these two are pre-pubescent! In middle school! What do the teachers think this class is? A kindergarten?

And finally, the source of my anger is another kid. By some bizarre divine prank, my English and Homeroom teacher is a ten-year-old brat. You heard me, I’m being taught by a snot nosed little boy. What. The. HELL?!

Oh god, why couldn’t I have a normal school life? Why, why me? Why do I need to be stuck with someone like him? It’s all because of him that I was publicly humiliated!

How did he do it? Why did he blow off my clothes? For that matter, why did he even have to drag me out there while I was still in my bunny suit?!

Ugh, my head hurts. Okay, I guess I’ve ranted enough. Thanks for listening like always diary. I’d better get to bed now. Heh, maybe I’ll dream up a nice revenge plan tonight.

Yours,

Chisame (Chiu) Hasegawa