Why I don't want to go to my homecoming (15/09/25)

TW: MODERATE CURSING

(this is the last school blog I'm gonna do for a while)

Okay, so the day of my homecoming is September 27th. I really don't want to go to it, because for one thing, it's on a Saturday. I have to take time out of my precious weekend just to go back to school? Oh fuck no. And I'm being forced to go by my parents, because they say "It's gonna be fun!" Excuse me?  You wake me up on a damn Saturday due to anything related to school, I'll have the anger of 57 Black women when I do wake up (I'm Black, please don't cancel me). But that's not even the problem. The school is pretty decent.

It's the people.

Oh my God, the people in my school are so insufferable I want to literally suffocate myself. The only things keeping me from crashing out are my best friend and the wrath of my mother. Like, you'll barely get any learning done because they're laughing so damn loud. If I hear another "6 7" joke from Mason and his friends, I'm throwing a fucking chair at them. But, some people are actually chill and funny when the time allows, so I'm not talking about them. And the fact that I have to be at a school mandated party WITH these people? It's a recipe for disaster, and I want no parts of whatever it turns out to be.

this was a bit of a long one, sorry T-T ren out! <3