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Will not get a shot.

I hate Alan Cook. If he tries sitting at our lunch table tomorrow, I will tell him to leave. I don't care if that makes me mean. I've just had to put up with 80 minutes of him (not consecutively, no, but two full lunches nonetheless) and his constant talking and rude obnoxious presence. I mean, I wished he wouldn't stop eating so that his mouth would be too full for words. That was the one time he was quiet.
Besides that, people really loved the pants my brother sent me. And I'm the only reason Ash got up today. And Quinn's class doesn't look right with the overhead lights on. Only looks right with the lamp stands like he has it. Bad Mr. Cook (the sub, not Alan) for messing with us. It made the room look plastic and sterile.
Had to go to the dentist's to get a small filling. It gave my friend Celien the chance to say, "You're late."
A vampire is never late, my dear Celien. Rather, she arrives precisely when she means to.

Fin.