May 15, 2017
Dear Diary,

It's official. I went into my phone's settings to enable it to say "thanks Pete" every time I plug it/unplug it into a charger. I used to hate my phone since I'm one of the few without an iPhone, but now I feel so lucky that I have that option.

Before I start, let me explain that Jessica was angry at me for not sitting with my other lunch table so she sat with me and my "emo friends." Only it was just me and Janelle today so it really was an emo table.

The "thanks Pete" charger notification sound kind of backfired today at lunch... Thanks (Pete) to Jessica. Janelle was wearing a really pretty brand new white dress today, she said she went shopping with her grandmother when she came to visit last weekend and wanted to dress up today. She had her hair in a beautiful braid that went around her head too.

My phone was at 8% at lunch so I thought it would be a good idea to use my portable charger. I plugged it in my phone and Jessica screamed.

"OH MY F***ING GOD. IT SPOKE. YOUR PHONE LITERALLY JUST SPOKE." She got so scared, she threw her lunch tray by accident. Neither of us noticed it landed on Janelle. I asked Jessica what the problem was and why she screamed randomly. She yelled, "WHEN YOU PLUGGED IN YOUR PHONE, A GIRL SAID SOMETHING!"

I laughed, and told her it was Patrick Stump, not a girl, and how I changed my settings. She yelled at me and told me that was the dumbest thing to do, ever. Her yelling caught the attention of several lunch tables around us.

I ignored her and that's when we noticed Janelle. She was peeling Jessica's lunch tray off of her lap, eyes watering. I looked at her dress, it was covered in the artificial gooey ''cheese'' from our cafeteria.

Right.

Nacho day.

I gasped and hurried around the side of the table to Janelle. Jessica also noticed where her lunch ended up and stated laughing like a rabid hyena on cocaine. This drew the attention of pretty much the entire cafeteria. Everybody was staring and Jessica was pointing at Janelle while screaming, "OH MY GOSH IT'S A WALKING NACHO! SHE'S LITERALLY COVERED IN CHEESE, SHE'S DISGUSTING!" Some people laughed, which I expected but what shocked me most was when people took out their phones and took pictures of Janelle.

I helped her pick it up off her and threw all the chips sticking to her lap in a pile on the table. Sensing oncoming waterworks, I grabbed her hand, pulling her with me to the bathroom while the whole lunchroom watched us. Once we left the cafeteria, she opened up, and started softly crying. I pulled her into the single stall bathroom and just hugged her tight for awhile, letting her sob heavily on my shoulder.

Eventually, she calmed down and we did the best we could to clean off her dress.'I think we both knew it would be stained for good. After all, the school's nacho cheese contains extreme amounts of food dye and toxins. We then moved on to her hair, she had to take out her braid to make sure the cheese was gone (there wasn't too much) and after we took it out, there was no way I could braid it again, it was too complicated and I suck at hair braiding.

I got her to laugh and we went back to the cafeteria. Jessica was outraged. She said, "JANELLE, NOT COOL. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. YOU ARE THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME. I WISH YOU NEVER MOVED HERE. EVERYBODY WAS STARING AND THAT FREAK OF A LUNCH LADY MADE ME PAY FOR A NEW LUNCH. YOU OWE ME TWO DOLLARS NOW."

I could sense Janelle getting upset again so I reached for her hand under the table and squeezed it before saying,

"Listen Jessica, Janelle owes you nothing. She had zero part in you getting scared over Patrick Stump's voice and screaming like a banshee and throwing your lunch tray.'' Janelle giggled.

"So if you want to throw accusations around, blame me. Go ahead, Jessica. It's my fault that my phone spoke about scary Pete Wentz and scared you. Blame me. If you are deeply offended that Janelle 'caught' your lunch tray, then leave, go back to your table. Go now. Get out."

Jessica looked at me stunned, mainly because I never yell at her like this. She murmured, "F-fine! But you owe me two dollars!" And with that, she ran away with her new lunch to her cool kids table.

I held hands with Janelle the rest of lunch.

And now, it's getting late and I still haven't heard back from Janelle. That's it, I'm walking to her house. I hope she's okay.