Dear diary,
Sunday, Nov 16 – In Church
So today at church, I couldn't stop staring at the pastor giving that look to a man with braids. You know the one… like he was silently screaming: "Repent, for thy hairstyle distracts one from the gospel!" I mean… seriously? The man wasn't doing anything wrong… unless the pastor thinks braids are a sin.
Later, Mom noticed my tie was hanging from the chandelier. And she asked, "Hector, why is your tie on the chandelier?"
I panicked and said, "Science?" (Totally true… if you count spider-web experiments as science.) Actually, I was trying to be Spider-Man. It didn't go as planned. The tie is never coming down by itself… I might have to call the fire department.
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Monday, Nov 16 – Back to School
First of all, I didn't even get to wear two matching socks today. Really! Socks are supposed to be friends. Not rivals. But nooo, apparently today my left sock is a rebel.
And my tie… oh, my beloved tie… it was still hanging from the chandelier. Took me almost an hour to rescue it. By the time I finally got it down, I felt like Indiana Jones saving a priceless artifact. Only difference: it's just a tie.
Then came the chaos: a new girl transferred into my class. Her name's Bella Oliver. She sits right beside me. Cue the dramatic music because now Isabella (my "not-officially" girlfriend) is eyeing her like Bella just declared war. I mean, seriously, girls can be scary when they stare. One blink and you're gone.
Bella opened her bag—and you won't believe this—pulled out a sandwich the size of my math teacher's head. No exaggeration. And it smelled like heaven. Meanwhile, my lunch consisted of two slices of bread Mom proudly called "low carb." Translation: dry as cardboard. If bread could talk, mine would scream.
Isabella, meanwhile, kept giving Bella the "evil eye." I swear, if looks could kill, Bella would've been vaporized before break time. I tried to warn her with my eyes… but Bella just smiled like nothing was happening. She's brave. Or crazy. Or both.
Then the teacher asked Bella to introduce herself. And what did she say?
"I like drawing, singing, and karate."
Drawing? Fine. Singing? Cool. But KARATE!? Now I'm stuck with someone who could literally kick my head off at any given moment. And naturally, during class, she leaned over and whispered, "Your tie is crooked."
I mean… REALLY?! First the chandelier. Then the karate girl. I feel like my tie has a personal vendetta against me.
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Later That Day – Science or Disaster?
During science class, we had to do group work. Somehow, I ended up paired with Bella. Which is… terrifying. I mean, how do you do chemistry with someone who can probably roundhouse kick your test paper into another dimension?
Bella looked at my notebook and said, "You didn't even label your diagrams."
Me:=_= She didn't laugh. I think she's a serious type… serious enough to hurt me.
Meanwhile, Isabella kept shooting daggers at Bella every time our eyes met. I swear, my head was going to explode from all the silent drama. By the end of the class, I had accidentally spilled water on my notes, stepped on my own shoelace, and nearly got my tie caught in Bella's karate moves.
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After School – The Tie Strikes Back
When I got home, Mom asked how school went. I panicked because… tie. "Good," I said. "Science went well." (Lie number 2 of the day.) She didn't question it because apparently, she's used to my weirdness.
I am now officially considering a tie-less lifestyle. Or maybe I'll just glue it to my shirt forever. Or better yet… invent a tie parachute