We had a Nazi Louis Anderson for chemistry today. He had the voice, references to gasing us with nerve gas, calling us by our class number, etc. I was expecting to look down on my shirt and discover that a pink triangle had been sewn on. Falvey dear didn't think too highly of him either; the first time I've seen her deliberately try to piss of a substitute. Taylor accidently played footsie with me again. Marcy's reaction to Lauren's old habit was one of shocked silence. Found myself glancing at Jason, then I remember that he has a boyfriend. Damn. There's Brady, but no chance in hell. There's Zack, and we all remember how that turned out. And that's about it.
Score: 44
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