Gennaio Otto, 8:55 PM

It’s good to be back. I’ve been gone for some days, because I was busy, due to post-holiday hype. To make it up for it, here’s a recap for what I did during my absence in writing; I wake up late every morning. I always take a bath right after breakfast. I do some cleaning in my bedroom, and then I’ll start practicing piano. I’ll help my mom cook lunch and we eat together with fratelli. I’ll wash the dishes after, then I’ll watch whatever show on television. But sometimes, I take a nap, or I’ll go online to have a nice chat with someone online. When five pm ticks, I’ll prepare for a game. I’ll gather my things I needed for the game such as knee pads, jersey shorts, shoes, et cetera. I sometimes fetch Charles, or he fetches me. Then we go to Chyna’s and we wait for her as she do her frizzy hair.

Goodness, Chyna is very impatient when it comes to waiting, but does she ever realize that she takes too much time when she irons her hair? I mean, she doesn’t like waiting for others, but she lets us wait. How insensitive. And case is hopeless. Her hair was unbelievably frizzy, and I think there’s no remedy for it, unless she shaves it up to the scalp.

Then after waiting for Chyna for ages, she comes out and joins us in fetching our other team mates. We three were always present. We sometimes lose; we sometimes win.

I’ve met a lot of people because of our games, but nonetheless, none of them were interesting. I’ve told Charles about Josh, but I forgot what he said about it.

I wasn’t able to make it up for the last game before the school starts again because I went o Sam’s house. Charles promised to fetch me, but I waited all night and he didn’t come. Until now, I haven’t seen him yet, or the others.

Gennaio sette: I ran late for the basketball practice. Coach Rodney had us to move the heavy ring from the side. Lesbians and girls were pretty strong if united. I had to cut the practice due to my class. I went to my class with wet hair.

The professor gave us our grades, and so far, I think I passed her subjects. Then I ate snack with Kathy and Dorena because I had no one. I’m thankful enough, that even though Kathy says I’m immature, she says it in front of me and never shuns me away because I was harmless. Whatever.

I went to my fourth period, wherein we just wrote reflection papers. After, I went to the gym to attend my seventh period P.E. class. I saw Aiza, and she persuaded me to attend volleyball training. I kind of hesitated because I didn’t bring my volleyball shorts. Hence, I have shoes, basketball shorts and extra shirt that I could use for the training, so I said yes. I changed right away and started doing the spike-receive drill.

And I think I’m in-love with the coach. He is so handsome. Geez, I thought coaches are pretty scary, but he’s different. Yes, he’s superstrict, but he’s young and… and hot. There were twelve of us, and we played, and he let me play in “quatro”. He said, “you’ll be the utility”, and Aiza said he meant that I’ll be the one to watch the drop and short balls.

My seventh period classmates showed in the gym, and I left the game to attend it. It turned out that “Coach” is my P.E. teacher and he let me go home early, way ahead of my other classmates. Yay. Coach Rodney saw me and asked me if I was attending volleyball training too. I said yes, because there’s no point of lying; he definitely saw me playing on the court. I wasn’t scared after all because he didn’t say anything.

Oooppps. I gotta go now.

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