School Worries School is about to start again, and I am not looking forward to that. I think I am still a bully, but I don’t feel like one anymore. I need to kill my bad reputation before it gets me killed. I’m still convinced that at any moment Buzz is going to up and destroy me. I am not sure what he has against me or why I end up messing with the guy; he seems to always be in the wrong place at the wrong time, like when I sneezed on his food. I blame him for that one. Oh well, that is just one of my worries. I am also afraid to show my worthless face around Angela. I can’t imagine what she thinks of me. I’m not really in the mood to hang out with Donald and Hercules again, seeing that they are the ones that got me in this mess. School is only halfway over, and I can’t wait for this school year to be done. Now I know how teachers feel—they have to put up with and deal with the stuff we pull at school. Well, at least I have a sweet set of wheels now. I can’t think straight tonight; I have too many things on my mind.
