I know this isn't art but it's story time.

So at lunch I eat in my social studies teacher, Mr. Dennsteadt's room. We watch movies in there too. I got to pick the movie so I picked The Hunger Games obviously. So I finessed a copy from pastelprisoner but it was blue ray so he couldn't play it. So I had to wait through two more movies until I had a chance to pick again. I knew my uncle had a copy of The Hunger Games, so I asked my mom to go get it for me by Wednesday (today). Last night I asked her if she had gotten it and she flipped on me. She had the Chick-fil-A that she just bought me for dinner in her hand and since she was mad she threw it away. She told me to eat leftovers but when I turned around my step-dad was eating my left overs form the other night... so I didn't eat anything. I also didn't have time to eat lunch yesterday or today, so the only thing I've eaten in the oat two days was two bowls of cereal.

Well apparently my mom felt bad so she got my uncle to put the movie in my mailbox, but my Chick-fil-A was long gone.

When I gave Mr. Dennsteadt true movie I told him this whole story.

He must have felt bad because when I walked into his room for advisory he had left school, went to Chick-fil-A, bought some for me and put it on my desk.

Ikr.

Why was I blessed with someone like him.

Mr. Dennsteadt if you ever see this, which you probably won't, but I really want to thank you. That made my day and my home life is bad enough I'm glad you make school bare able.

I just thought I should tell the story.

Bye guys
<3 Uni