Thursday, Nov 20 – P.E. Disaster (100m Mayhem)
Today's P.E. was supposed to be "fun."
Spoiler: it wasn't.
We had a 100-meter race, and I swear the universe conspired against me.
Bella stretched like she was about to compete in the Olympics. She shot me a tiny smirk, probably thinking: "Let's see if you survive this, Hector."
Isabella looked serious, as usual, plotting my exact demise—or maybe just trying to outrun everyone, including me.
Danny… tied his shoes together and claimed it was a "new running technique". I almost cried laughing.
Whistle blows. GO!
I sprinted. Sort of.
Then my shoelaces betrayed me. I went down faster than Dylan's ego.
Bella passed me like I was standing still, chewing invisible gum.
Isabella passed me while giving me the "you-should-be-banned-from-running" glare.
Dylan zigzagged like he was dodging invisible bullets and still lost. Karma is delicious.
Danny rolled down the track like a rogue barrel, somehow finishing last but still claiming victory.
Me? I finished in Most Dramatic Collapse category.
Bella laughed. Isabella sighed. I swear they both secretly liked my suffering.
Yeah… crush hazard confirmed.
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Friday, Nov 21 – English Project Chaos
Mrs. Clark announced a group project—4 per group.
Hector + Bella + Isabella + Danny.
I immediately thought: "We are doomed."
We went to the library. Peaceful? Haha, no.
Danny decided it was fun to throw paper at the bald librarian.
I froze. Bella gasped. Isabella glared like she could freeze fire.
The librarian stared at Danny. Danny stared back.
We almost got banned. I whispered: "Danny, why are you like this?"
Danny's response: "For science."
No. Wrong answer.
Then came the title debate.
Bella wanted the title at the top.
Isabella wanted it in the middle.
I suggested… the bottom.
Big mistake. Both girls looked at me like I'd suggested turning the library into a wrestling ring.
Eventually:
Bella patted me on the back: "We did good, Hector."
Isabella muttered: "We'd have gotten an A if SOME people had focused."
Danny whispered: "The biscuits were good."
Yes, he literally whispered about biscuits mid-project critique.
We got a B+. Not perfect. But not a disaster… mostly because Bella and Isabella did all the real work.
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Friday Afternoon – Freedom Chaos
Then came the closing bell… and the school went full apocalypse mode.
Books slammed shut like tiny hammers.
Chairs screeched across the floor.
Tables moved like they were possessed.
Danny screamed: "FREEDOM!"
Bella laughed so hard I think her sandwich almost escaped her backpack.
Isabella rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a tiny smirk.
And me? I sprinted out the school gate whispering my life motto:
"School is over… until Monday, of course."
I tripped on my shoelaces twice. Did I care? Nope.
Freedom tastes sweeter than half a Bella sandwich… which I may have stolen on the way home.