School today

It was an awful day at school today.

Already, I have been dropped to the lowest section of the grade, and now it seems to be getting worse and worse.

I met with one of my teachers, who wondered why I was "unintelligent", though mother and father were all scientists. During lunch, somebody tried to say that I act like a baby. Later, one of the boys in school think that Charles is a dumb baby brother, that hurt me so much that I fought with him and ended up that my eye had a big bruise underneath it and my blouse was torn. Serves me right.

That night, there were several hurricane warnings, and I had difficulty sleeping. Eventually I slept, but I dreamt that the tramp that had been stealing Mrs Bumcombe sheets came to my house, and her name was...Mrs Whatsit. But was it true? Maybe it was just another normal dream, so maybe I should forget about it.