(( btw when I do parenthesis, that's Ebony's thoughts ))

Ebony opened her journal during Social Studies class to update it. She hadn't updated it in a while, even when she was bored and had nothing to do. She just thought it was the right time to update it again. She grabbed her pencil and started writing about school. She hated school so much! It was very, very boring and she just had to get this off her chest about how dreadful and boring it was.

~Dear Journal,

Don't'cha think School is just the worst thing possible? It ruins your whole day, you get in trouble for something harmless, (that you probably didn't do), there's lots of Homework and Classwork, and finally the teachers are really mean. ( I would call them something else, but.. Y'know they might catch me. ) My school really sucks. Luckily I have one friend. She's the bestest friend I could have in the whole wide world. She's always there for me and I love her to death.

Her name is Raven. I've loved Raven since I was 1. She's my best friend, No, she's like family to me. We love to go do adventures together, and let me tell ya, she is a great hunter. She is shorter than me, around 4'10, and she has Long, curly blonde hair. She is a really talented artist, does great in math class, and always draws me something. I remember when I was about 6, or somewhere around that age, Raven came up to me and asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Well, i told her that I wanted a pet cat. She didn't get me the cat I wanted sadly, but instead she painted a GIANT canvas of a cat with words on it. I couldn't read it at the time, (I was still learning how to read), but it said "The moment when your ready to quit, is usually the moment a miracle happens. Don't. Give. Up." These words really helped me through the bad state my life was in and I really appreciated her comfort. She was the bestest friend I could ever ask for. I never wanna loose her. ~

She had written a semi-accurate definition of her best friend. She really did love her. She closed her journal and started to pay attention in class, even though she missed most of the lesson. Then the moment she dreaded happened. The teacher called on her, asking "What is the language of the Greeks?" She thought for a moment and answered, though she didn't think it wasn't the right answer. "Greek?" The teacher eyed her Suspiciously and nodded, continuing on with the lesson. About an hour later, the bell rang, meaning it was dismissal time.