Daybook of our Misfits

DOUM2

Time flies so fast, it's now August.

We are now preparing our booths, for celebrating Nutrition Month. The class decided to have a fruit shake booth, courtesy to my idea.

At first, you being the president of the class, also being a asshole to me, declined our proposal, but me, being the vice-president, demanded an explanation.

You said, it costs a lot, knowing that fruits nowadays costs a fortune. But our classmate here, offered to sell their fruits, in cheaper price, since their family have a farm.

You always contrast your ideas to mine.

Our goal is to sell 1000 cups, in a span of 5 days.

You introverted freak have many unexpected ideas.

How can we sell 1000 cups, when our school has only 286 students.

Like, everyone's gonna buy.

But you said "Just trust me."

Just trust me my a*s!

I don't know if it is really for the grade or you're just annoying me again.

Why do I need to wear this costume?! Really? A banana costume. You're insulting the f**k, hell out of me.

But I have no choice but to wear it. Our classmates voted majority for me to wear it.

This is so embarrassing!

Ugh! I hate you, Jace!