Oh let's see how well you fare

Perhaps it is time for a long tale, that which is a collection of stories from months in which I have endured. It comes upon one girl. She used to be my friend, and in fact I thought she was wonderful. May I tell you, that very, very, very first impressions can be correct.
Let us start from the beginning. When I first came to my school, I do not think that our friendship hit off well. When we first met, I remember, we were in the same class. She was playing with some other children, and they were standing atop a large structure. I stood below, wandering, unsure of what to do. Upon the sight of myself, she bent over, and told me, "You can't play with us, it's too scary for you." she said it with an attempted air of royalty, yet it did not come off that way. I shrugged, "Ok." I said, and continued to wander around this magnificent structure in the play yard. A few seconds later, she reappears, and is hardly happy. She looks down once more, "I told you once before, this game is too scary for you, you can't play." I shrugged once more, "Okay,"
It is the end of this tale, yet I have one more for the day before I tell of this lifelong journey. At the same age as the story once mentioned before, my grade went on a rather wonderful field-trip to a playground and museum. As we ate lunch, my source tells me that they recall that she had finished her lunch, proceeding by asking others for their lunches. As they said no, her lips puckered up as though she had ate a crate of lemons, and the tartness had finally caught up to her.
As I tell you, there is more tales in store. I daresay that I hope that this blog is granted good fortune. I will not leak out any names.
Be observant, and careful with those observations.

Bribery for Power

I am a delegate representing my class. Every other week, we have a meeting. There is a girl in the grade above me, who has the most atrocious taste, yet so does the grade above me as almost a complete whole. They dress very inappropriately, and act that way too, thinking that people would fancy them. Unfortunately, so does the grade below me. They act the same ways, hanging in the bathroom, talking of gossip, blocking every door and hallway, talking of their pretty pink underwear as they eat applesauce or so.
But this is not about a whole, that is a story for another day.
The leader of the grade is both hated and fawned over. She is slightly larger than life, and loves to wear clothing that's short. She is supposedly rich, but it is not sure to me. She did not show up to the meeting for the second or third time during her term, and someone suggested she be impeached. Though it was unknown how she was elected, a delegate told us all at the meeting. They say she promised to pay everyone who voted for her forty dollars. She did not keep her agreement.
I will not mention any names, though you will know who you are. I doubt you will gain access to this blog, but however it is.
Silent Drops

My Return

Silent Drops has returned, bringing down people's social demise.
Not long ago, was I in my class. As it is a new year, new entries come, with new demises.
A boy in my class is quite odd... and perverted at that point. It was almost like he was high on something when we got to our class, sixth period. He was crazy, and as we were sitting in groups, the girl next to him just could not stand it. She raised her hand, and told the teacher, "There is something wrong with him today." as what happened is told, he was moved to an isolated desk as punishment.
Be alert of who lurks, and come back for my next drop.