Sup, Children

Hello. I am at school. Using the school's resourses. Excellent. Kris is sitting next to me, and really has no idea what is going on. As per usual. She says 'heyyyyyy'. But not in a 'hello!' way, in more of a 'what on earth are you doing, you deranged flagpole'. However, she is now banging her head the desk, and giggling like a buffoon. Whatever a buffoon maybe.
Today is a better day. From what I can see, no one was overly depressed. Which makes a great change. We danced, instead. And sang. Kris is singing at me. I really wish she wouldn't, as it hurts. Mrs. Smith just walked in. Lalalala. We are a bit confused. About sex. No, not really. But everything else is confusing. as. hell. Kris wants to know why I say so much shit. But I have explained this previously, and therefore, this does not merit an answer. She also hates me. but that really isn't a change, and to be honest, I would be worried if she loved me. The little lesbian. Kris wishes to type:
hohohoho this is kris. and it might be cassie, but uu have no idea if im telling the truth becos this cd be cassie, or me, or both of us taking turns to type each letter, or each word, in turn. it could be kris being a weirdo, which is the truth, but you don't know thart. har har har i hate skool.
You can tell that was Kris as she cannot type. bgjvfk.
I shall carry on when i get home. Goodnight, loved ones.