In Which I Miss My Abi...

My History buddy was auditioning for Wells today (and got in), and I had double History. So that's two hours of History without my right-hand man. Then Jayde (some flat nosed bitch) started having a fit behind me and Kieran and her trousers were making the most annoying scratching noise on the chair that I nearly flew across the table and punched her in the face. I did make myself giggle though, when I said to Kieran "In those days, rich people had balls." I found it highly amusing, Mr Moses' face didn't. Biology was hideous, Owen was throwing a Westlake because he apparently had a shitty result, even though it was higher than Guy's, Scot's and mine. I think it got him a grade B. I only had 50% and than got me a grade C. I had an E or a D in my last mock and without any revision, I got an A in the real GCSE exam. Therefore mocks are crap. Chemistry was boring; just copied Owen's GCSE practical exam results and Scot's GCSE practical exam results even though I haven't done it. They have no proof either way! Welsh was horrible. We had a substitute teacher, Owen (who by now was in a better mood) and I were having a laugh and Rhydian was being highly amusing. I had a huge slip up when George was nice to me and I shouted for him to Shut Up. Oops... Then at the end of the lesson, Calum asked if I had sunburn on my cheeks because I was blushing so much, and Owen said that it was because I'd spoken briefly to Meh (obviously Owen used his real name). Calum laughed and said that he understood, Meh's a powerful man and he has that effect on him. Calum had spent the whole lesson bullying my pen... Walking home feeling dizzy, sick and light-headed, I listened to Burn Halo. Then I made myslef a milkshake and downed half of it before it registered that the milk was gone off. That was just the tip of the ice berg. I went to bed at just gone 5pm and woke up at 7pm.