I dread going into American history today.
I'll probably sit on the other side of the room, away from him.
He's such a monster. I wonder how he sleeps at night.
I wish I didn't have to go, really.
My face is still a bit swollen from surgery, but do you think he'd even take that into consideration?
HA. Never, he'd start making fun of me again, like he always does.










