Today is horrible. First thing in the morning, I was putting away my stuff in my locker and these genius kid had the audacity to come up to me and talk about the monkey up on the lockers.

1. I don't care
2. THOSE ARE MY MONKEYS??? I LOVE THEM

I hit his backpack and then continued putting my stuff away, he ran off and came back to me a few seconds later and made a remark about my locker and how big it was, he went inside of it to prove what didn't need to be proved and I closed it and locked it up on him. I know, dumb, and I let him out 2 seconds later. After he came out though he said "That's rude!" in a childish voice and also said "I'm telling Mrs. C!" and I panicked. I put back my stuff in a hurry and what made me worry even more is that he ran to the teacher's location. I wouldn't care if it were any other teacher of if I were in elementary, but that teacher scares my badonkadonkers off. Per' say, I see that teacher in 7th period, I'm writing this in 5th and there are a few possibilities that could happen. BEST CASE:

1. He didn't actually tell her and was bluffing
2. She doesn't acknowledge it.
3. She doesn't believe him but still asks me and I say no, the problem with that would be they could ask students who saw and I don't get away with my historical lie. WORST CASE
4. Visit to the principal/APO, no way that's gonna happen..
5. Band D-Hall, means that today'll be my skip day, so I have to practice the rest of the week
6. Call home, me and my dad aren't on best terms right now so that's not gonna be good, on any other day that'd be in best case.
7. She tells me off/warns me not to do that, I kinda cry when people raise their voices at me so I do hope this isn't the case but it's better than the rest.

I hope that he was bluffing and he probably was, or Mrs. F is teaching today instead. I am a good student so worst cases aren't necessarily possible and won't even be justified for locking a kid in a locker for one second. I just have to lie really well if I do have to talk to her or tell the truth and come up with the most deliciously scripted apology.

And why am I writing this? Well nobody understands or cares enough, I'm having a crisis and have been at a very bad low so this situation is making me overthink to the point I have to write this in study hall to look back at after 7th and think "Wow, I was really anxious, good thing nothing happened!!" Or just cry at.

I hate Gavin. (I think that's how you spell his name.) Please take my arrogant situation as a laugh, because one thing that clears my mood after a teacher speaks to me in a rude tone is looking at my best friend who is beside me and we both giggle at that teacher's dumb remarks.