I hate science the most out of all my classes. We get so much work it's not even funny!
And the teacher, Ms. Rubin, is so strict about everything—even the way we write our headings on the top of our papers!
I once got two points off a homework assignment because I didn't put the date on top. Crazy stuff.
When me and August were still friends, I was doing okay in science because August sat next to me and always let me copy his notes.
August has the neatest handwriting of anybody I've ever seen who's a boy. Even his script is neat: up and down perfectly, with really small round loopy letters.
But now that we're ex-friends, it's bad because I can't ask him to let me copy his notes anymore.
So I was kind of scrambling today, trying to take notes about what Ms. Rubin was saying (my handwriting is awful),
when all of a sudden she started talking about the fifth-grade science-fair project, how we all had to choose a science project to work on.
While she was saying this, I was thinking, We just finished the freakin' Egypt project, now we have to start a whole new thing?
And then in my head I was going, Oh noooooo! like that kid in Home Alone with his mouth hanging open and his hands on his face.
That was the face I was making on the inside. And then I thought of those pictures of melting ghost faces I've seen somewhere, where the mouths are open wide and they're screaming.
And then all of a sudden this picture flew into my head, this memory, and I knew what Summer had meant by “bleeding scream.”
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