Okay, hear me out, the idea may be a little absurd, but (hehe butt) what if Jonas stopped throwing paper at me?

Sometimes I really wish that those damn planes would hit me in the eye.

Like, does he realize how much paper he wastes? And on me?

At least it makes for good journaling.

I mean, what would I have written about if not for the handsome god that is Jonas?

Probably a detailed paper about how nice Mr. Marcia's ass is.

...

Hey, wow, that one landed right on my paper. I think Jonas is getting better with his aim.

Unless he's been trying to hit me in the head, THAT FUCKER!

Eh, whatever. I like the paper airplanes.

And I like Jonas (shush, just shhhhh)

I'm really glad I have english last. That means these airplanes are significantly less crushed by the time I get home.

Why do I-

"Class Over."