Sofy is Sensitive for Sugar
Alvy:
Today was a weird day. The cantina food was finally fantastic today, the juice wasn’t bad, they had cake, cotton candy, popcorn, and pastel (It’s a very famous food here, and it’s real good!) and unfortunatly, Sofy had cotton candy. It was just like in my sister’s party when she got drunk, but this time, it wasn’t one gulp of wine, it was a whole cotton candy thing. She got weird all day long, only because of the damn cotton candy, she got totally sugar drunk, and even started to talk weird to the teachers, like she came to Erika (Our arts teacher) and asked: “Erika, may I pee?” and I had to tell every teacher that it was the sugar talking.
I asked her if she wanted to be a pregnant slave for my History project but she said “no”, aw, who in the world doesn’t want to be a pregnant slave in a soap opera for a history project? I’m going to have to ask her tomorrow, oh no, coz she’s gonna have a hangover, so i’m gonna have to ask her monday, and if any of you guys see Sofy eating candy again, tie her to a chair and eat the candy right on front of her so she would suffer… Muahahaha! no, just kiding… just laugh now that you know this.
Bug Babies and Titles
Sofy:
Today for Science class we had to get in groups and make babies. We used play-doh and toothpicks and stuff. It was fun. Hehe, I just read that again and it sounds like I’m describing some weird kinky sex activity. But no, it was a lab experiment. We’re studying genetics, so we each made up characteristics for two make-believe bug parents, then we put together their baby, made out of play-doh.
Then for English we had to work on this essay, and mine is about child abuse, and all I needed was a conclusion and a title. The conclusion was pretty easy, but I CANNOT find a title. It’s just not possible. I’m not capable of putting all my thoughts into five little words. And Ms.C tried to help, but most of her help consisted in saying “Yes it is possible. Don’t say you can’t do it. This coming from a girl who wrote a 12 page story overnight?”, so it wasn’t really helpful. But then after school I bugged her for so long about it being impossible that she finally gave me helpful help.
In Math we had boring things that I didn’t pay attention to, because Gio and I were busy making shapes with the play-doh we had stolen from Science class.
And Ms.C, don’t be mad at me for writing that your help was unhelpful (if thats a word), ok? I ended up using your helpful help. And BY THE WAY, my short story was NINE pages long, which is perfectly reasonable, and I didn’t write it overnight!
