Dec 03, 2006 00:04
I am *not* amused.
I was supposed to be in *my* room finishing my history essay, doing the band schedules and get the scholar’s newspaper ready for print. Not that I need those credits but I can’t let the teacher be disappointed on me. I know that would help me to get into a prestigious College and I do need the contacts.
But no, fucking destiny seems to conspire against me. First Kyle disappears, and he was in charge of the first column of the newspaper that week! Thank God he had half of his work done in his room. Then Butters disappears too, and half of the school newspaper’s staff leave because they think it’s bewitched or something, leaving me with almost all the damned work two days before the death line.
And now this! I don’t have time for this. I plan to become someone important, not to spend my life stuck in a messed up place!
Well I tell you; nobody messes with Wendy Testaburger and gets away with it.