Dear Die-ary...

I am BORED out of my skull. I only have about half an hour before I have to go to bed, but that's beside the point. So I'm going to tell you lot about what I did (wonderful grammar!!!) .

Anyway, I came in late to skool today. My brother goes by car like me, but he has to be dropped off first. However, he has to go into his skool later, and doesn't like to be earlier than everyone else. So my Mom makes him get to skool on time, but makes me late. MORAL: better late than early.

To get on with the story. My teacher found graffiti all over the whiteboard, and even on the overhead projector. She scolded the class, and said she'd have to lock the room at lunchtimes and breaktimes until the culprit owns up. And yes, reader, it was me. But it was not entirely my fault! Someone (can't remember who, oh well) told me to do the smily faces on the overhead, and 1 item of graffiti wasn't mine.
Most people knew it was me, or guessed it was me (or at least someone in my group of friends), so my friends had to stand outside at break, freezing their a$$es off (as they described). And that wasn't good, as it was Jonesy's (one of my friend's) birthday today. So they ignored me until I owned up.
I never did own up, but I wrote a letter to the teacher. It was apologising for the graffiti, but I left it annonymous. But she would know who it's by, anyway. And believe me, it's about as tough getting the letter to her as it was writing it! Remember, the door was locked, so I could not leave it on her desk before she came in, and I couldn't hand it to her, as that would blow my cover. But thankfully Kim (a friend) suggested I put it in the register, labelled to the teacher. So I did.

She still didn't read it.