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July 3, 1986
I wish I had just never submitted that stupid essay.
I hate the summer New Mexico heat, I hate how crammed this bus is, and I hate all of these kooks on here. I bet you’re wondering how I got here, let’s rewind.
I go to a church school called “The Blood of The New Covenant”. It’s this catholic school, really prissy. We have to wear this ugly, tasteless, dull red and black uniform. For men, it’s a black button up top with a plaid red tie and plain red pants. For girls, it’s the same, but they wear a plaid skirt with tights instead of pants. Anyway, I’m getting off topic. So, this school has 4 locations. 3 in the USA, one in Peru. I’m pretty sure it’s because one of the guys who founded this was on vacation in Peru one time or something , i don’t know.
But anyway, there was an essay contest for all 8th graders in all locations, and the winners would get to go to a refugee camp and go and help out people in Honduras all summer. It wasn’t mandatory, I just did it because my friend Killian dared me to. And somehow, mine ended up getting picked. Why couldn’t Vicky’s get picked? She’s the smartest one!
Back to the topic of these absolute wackos, let’s start with the girl who’s the most talkative person, but in the worst way possible. Paloma Rojas. Remember how I said there was a Blood Of The New Covenant school in Peru? Yeah, that’s where she’s from. She’s pretty short, I’d say around 4,11. She wears the same uniform as us, but her tights are red and black stripes rather than one solid color. I’m pretty sure that was a choice she made. She also wears these pigtails with super big bows in her hair and her cheeks look like someone pressed a beetroot on them. Paloma is sort of an annoyance. No, a MEGA annoyance. She doesn’t speak English, so nobody understands what she says. Well, I can..to an extent. Not a lot of people know this, but I’m Mexican. I’m just really
pale and I don’t really speak Spanish as well as I should. God, why do I keep getting off topic! She just keeps bugging everyone, and it’s SUPER irritating. We’re already on a scalding hot bus with ZERO air conditioning in New Mexico heat and nobody is in the mood for this absolute buffoonery. Onto the next dude, Ryan Klein. You would think he’s Jewish. Klein? What Christian do you know who has the surname Klein? Nobody! Except him I guess. He was known at his school for being the “best Christian”. He already has all the Old Testament memorized and knows like over 3/4 of the new one! NERD!! He’s pretty tall too, like six feet! He’s like rail thin, but his gut sticks out real bad. He seems kinda self conscious about it. He’s constantly either pulling his shirt down, or his pants up. But seriously, someone NEEDS to get this poor guy some Xanax. God, he’s so schizo. He seems so anxious all the time, constantly looking terrified and trembling like an earthquake is going on underneath him. Someone needs to tell him to chill.
Now onto the last one, the devil herself, Kathy Wright. Imagine the most , self centered, narcissistic, tyrant, and then double that. That’s her. She has this super long brunette hair with ringlet curls that she constantly sprays with hairspray and it stinks up the whole bus. All she does is complain that “THE BUS IS TOO HOT AND MY MAKEUP IS GETTING RUINED!!” Well your makeup wasn’t that good looking to begin with, but what do I know. Ohh, OHHH!! And she goes up to you randomly, (she does this ESPECIALLY to Ryan) and asks in this grating, reedy voice…” ARE WE BEST FRIENDSSSSSSS?” OH MY GOD IT MAKES ME WANNA PUNCH HER IN HER FAT UGLY FACE SO BAD!!! I WISH I NEVER GOT PICKED I HATE HATE HATEE ALL THESE PEOPLEEEEEEE!!!! GOD! Oh by the way, my name is Ian Villa. I forgot to introduce myself at the start. I’m the only sane one out of all these tards, I swear. I’m the only one not losing my head over trivial crap and keeping chill. I mean, I’m annoyed, but I don’t take it out on others. God, I’m so freaking tired. Anyway, we’re gonna get out at a motel and stop for the night. Bye!