Dear Diary,
Guess who? It's ya boy, the screw up known as Andy Fowler.
I mean who else would write in this journal?
Anyway. Today was going okay until Biology.
Rye didn't come to class on time, and it honestly had me so worried.
But he finally came in a couple minutes late. I've never felt so relieved.
He was finishing a test for another teacher.
Then he sat beside of me. I asked him if he'd finished the assignment, but he had only one more question left and he asked me if I knew it.
After looking at it, I took the paper and said probably the worst thing I could have possibly said: That's easy.
I must have made him feel so dumb.
I hate myself. Why did I say that
Ugh.
Your's truely,
Andy
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