Again, I am in this terrible excuse for an English class. I just wish I could at least sit with the people I don't despise, rather than having to sit alone, chained down and forced to read some ****** novel. And they're out there, with all the freedom in the world, doing whatever they please. They have left me. They should feel traitorous, but it wasn't their choice. The fascist dictator, that people call Mrs. Boetto, separated us. I dream of killing her, I dream of killing myself. Yes, this class is that bad.