I hate holidays. Remember? I hate everything. I especially hate Miss fucking Myers right now.
Look, bitch. I hated your class. I wasn't too thrilled with you as a person. I really hate the fact that I have to kiss your feet if I wanted to do a one-act play. But come on...
Keagan!?!?! You picked Keagan over me? Are you blind or just stupid? This is the kid who couldn't figure out how to move the fucking desk on stage crew! This is the kid who, when he had to write a paper about a hero for English, wrote about his damn dog! And when she said we had to write it in the third person, he wrote "His hero is his dog because he admires..."
He's a fucking moron! He wrote his own play. I bet that's why. Oh yeah, that and the fact that Stephanie had one last year. But can we please take into consideration the fact that Stephanie had shit parts in the last two plays!? And not to sound egotistical, but...
I'm better than most of the people you keep picking! Oh god! Why do you make this so frustrating? Why do you play fucking favorites? Especially favorites with assholes and bad actors? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?
I wouldn't be so upset about not getting the play, if only Keagan hadn't gotten it. I'm not exaggerating... he's incompetant. You know those people who think they're clever and funny, but they aren't? Yeah. Uh-huh. That's Keagan.
You know who stole my spot as cartoonist for the school newspaper? Yeah. Uh-huh. Fucking Keagan. And you know who's regretting it now? The newspaper. You know who'll be regretting choosing Kegan very soon? Miss Myers.
And I say this will all honesty: I will be waiting maliciously for that day to come.