PTM. (Parent Teacher Meeting.)

Sorry to be posting so late fellow Teabag-ers! But life has been a crumple load of suck and I can't do anything without thinking 10 times or so.

Cutting to the chase, we had a Parent Teacher Meeting on Thursday. Usually, it's nothing big and we all are least bothered about it but this time, life had something else in store for us. (A bit dramatic, don't you think?) We spent the whole day outside the class, finishing our 'project' which was supposedly on Agriculture. At first, neither chocolate nor Red and me were going but then Red and me decided to go help them for a change while Chocolate was like 'There's still time, I can do another math question!" but since me and red were going, she decided to come along as well.

We sat in the corridors, blocking the path for everyone. They'd have to walk behind us or so and would spare us a look of hate or annoyance. We'd just laugh, mostly Eyebrows, since she finds everything funny.
Time passed and soon enough, it was History class. The teacher came and told us to get in because supposedly, she was going to teach us important as if we listen to her and understand every single thing she says. Chocolate and Red went back to class but because I really wanted my ears to be spared with the useless information about History. I sat back, with my friend and then something drastic, life changing, actually—happened. Yes! Eyebrows had a fight with her friends! About something which I have no idea about. You must be crying pathetically right now. They made up, eventually.

I attended the second class of History and then spent the rest of the three classes roaming around the school, making fake snow (THAT WAS THE BEST PART!) and what not. We made our project and I ruined Chocolate's hair because I am cool like that. No arguements. We were finished with our project and sadly, school was over.

We had the PTM in the evening and half of the people I knew were going to be there, doing their duties. SAD, ISN'T IT? I came at almost 7:30 and left with the deliciously looking Pizza in my hands, and load of appreciation for me. See? Even the teachers think I am cool!

I have yet, only read 5 chapters of Mockingjay and because—I am a big procastinator, I will not continue to read it at home but I'll read it in school, where I am surrounded with nerds. (Chocolate, I am looking at you.)


I also read this Fanfic, which made me sob. It's about Harry getting his Mother (Lily Potter)'s letters to him which she wrote incase she died. She wrote a letter for each of his birthday and Harry gets them after the War. It's too emotional, I tell you. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS, VOLDEMORT? WHY?

And I am getting obsessed with the game, Dragon City on Facebook. I am still figuring out what is wrong with me.

-Marwa