Seeing as my entrance to Michelle’s new lair was blocked by an ancient taboo, and I really was disgusted with the way george acted around Michelle, I did the only thing I could.
I left school and went home.
I had had enough of life for a day. Everyone could do perfectly well without me! Who really needed me to supply them with random words, and who really needed my help to get through a random bout of sadness?!?!
By now I was in quite a fuming rage at Michelle and george, and I was just about to walk out the the door, the gate of doom through which I entered every morning to submit myself to the tortures my teachers had thought of for the day.
When, of course, a giant hand in a nice buttoned-shirt and cuff links grabbed my shoulder and marched me right down to Principal Burrito’s office.
No, you heard me right. I was in deeper-than-the-Mariana-trench trouble, and I had my butt in a big, blue (and quite comfy) Barcelona chair in Senior Principal Johnathan Burrito’s office.
Trouble loomed.
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When Life Sucks and Gives You Lemons, Throw Them at the Ones You Love (Or Momentarily Hate, As the Case May Be)
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When Life Sucks and Gives You Lemons, Throw Them at the Ones You Love (Or Momentarily Hate, As the Case May Be)
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When Life Sucks and Gives You Lemons, Throw Them at the Ones You Love (Or Momentarily Hate, As the Case May Be)
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When Life Sucks and Gives You Lemons, Throw Them at the Ones You Love (Or Momentarily Hate, As the Case May Be)
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When Life Sucks and Gives You Lemons, Throw Them at the Ones You Love (Or Momentarily Hate, As the Case May Be)
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When Life Sucks and Gives You Lemons, Throw Them at the Ones You Love (Or Momentarily Hate, As the Case May Be)
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