January I guess...
I was just listening to my music in my math class until the teacher yelled at me for listening to music, I mean I don't understand why he was yelling at me. I had finished all my homework and turned everything in so why does it matter that I'm listening to music? Anyways since he was still trying to get my attention and it was annoying I pulled my headphones out and finally pulled my attention lazily to him, of course I was still laying my head on my desk and still had my red hood over my head. Realizing I was listening he said, "Pendy! What do you think your doing? You shouldn't have your phone in school, it doesn't matter that you finished all your work! Also....!" I just zoned out after that. I instead took in what Mr. Mcbear looked like, he always yelled and was a bit short for his age. Even so he actually had a bit of muscle so with the shortness and muscle he did look like a bear, well a deformed one.... I mean.... His had brown hair that looked so dirty to match! Then again it is dirty brown hair so maybe instead he should be Mr.Mcpig! At this thought I had to look away to try and stifle a laugh. Mr. Mcbear saw that I was turned away and was laughing (I wasn't trying that hard) so he said that i now had detention. Thankfully the bell then rang and we all left to go to our next and last class of the day. And I know what I heard, what he said when I left, it's what they all say.... "monster child".

Anyways so last class was okay because we got a free day, or free class? I don't know. Anyways then school was done and nothing else happened that wasn't out of the ordinary
And no you dont need to know what ordinary is, because it is so stupid that I was told to write in this book. And no I'm not going to put specifics when this stuff happened, like dumb dates and days and stupid stuff like that cause then I'm going to have to look it up and feel like an idiot okay!!? I'm not stupid they're stupid for calling me monster child for doing something that doesn't even matter.

Still January
My parents weren't home so I played on my piano. My piano is about one of the only personal item I have. I got it like 7 years ago when I was 6. I remember I wasn't super interested in anything except stuffed animals, anime, and music. Well I guess that part of me hasn't changed but now I have to buy comic and hide them since I don't want anyone to touch them. Oh and now I also have a DS that I got from Sasha so that's cool. Or whenever me and Sasha are alone we watch anime on her phone, she's  pretty cool but I can only ever hangout with her outside of school even though we have a few classes together. She's not mean or anything i just told her to stop hanging out with me in school after the incident otherwise she would definitely get bullied and i dont want those plastic bitc- jerks to touch her! (I was told not to write 'bad words' in here)

Anyways back to my piano and stuff like that.... actually I don't know why I even write in here, I mean it's almost like they want me to spill my feelings just so they can use it against me. I really don't like this thing, it's stupid.