Hey there! Welcome to this story; what is a styled as a diary entry. I don't want to spoil to much, but I hope you enjoy this. This series will be put into months; not chapters. e.g. this month right now is October, next month is November. Starring: Odi as Michael And other characters; you can ask if you want to be in it? ^-^ October (Chapter 1)Alright, today was officially the worst day of my life. I failed in this History exam; and forgot my homework. Lunchtime detention, was super boring. My teacher, Miss Perchona doesn't understand what I'm going through. Infact, she doesn't even understand english that well. Well, she is our “Italian teacher”. I honestly wish, people would just understand me. Anyways, back to detention. I opened my book, and read through all these stupid chapters. This book, called “No More Fuss” is so stupid. I read through it, like 5 times and almost fell asleep. Text from: “No More Fuss” I was fifty years old to-day. Half a century has hurried by since I first lay in my mother's wondering arms. To be sure, I am not old; but I can no longer deceive myself into believing that I am still young. After all, the illusion of youth is a mental habit consciously encouraged to defy and face down the reality of age. If, at twenty, one feels that he has reached man's estate he, nevertheless, tests his strength and abilities, his early successes or failures, by the temporary and fictitious standards of youth. To be honest, I don't even understand what this book is about. “Va bene , uscire ! Detenzione è fatto per oggi” said Miss Perchona. Everybody looked around the room, we didn't know what it meant. “In English, please?” said Chris. Everybody laughed; this dude was apparently the coolest dude, or whatever. He loves sport, is terrible at school and he thinks fame is everything. He'll learn one day, when he's driving his big rubbish truck. “It means, Okay, get out! Detention is done for today.” she replied. “Michael! Vedere me dopo pranzo , per favore.” Miss Perchona said, looking at me like she was going to kill me. I was trying to act polite; she can get into a really bad mood. “What, sorry; I don't understand?” I replied; nice and slowly. She is one rude teacher; she thinks everybody knows Italian - frankly, none of us do. “It's about your grades, I want to talk to you after lunch.” 3rd October, 2004I walked to the bus, as the rain hit the floor. It was raining heavily, not cool. The bus was late, and the bus tickets fee went up from $2.50 to $3.45 per ride; every week the fees go up, or they come back down. At one stage, it was $7.99 per ride, it was insane. Something really weird happened, I thought I saw... My uncle? I shut my eyes, and he wasn't there. Probably just a trick, stop playing with me, head. I wasn't really getting played with; because... Somebody has just grabbed my shoulder. Who is it? I freeze.
