. . . Probably the bone

Based on recent events, I really do think I'm cursed when it comes to foods. Maxello didn't keep his promise to buy me chips today, owing to the project I helped him finish the other day; and my lunch was—I'm not complaining—a portion of rice and pork (I'm thinking I should remove rice from my diet from now one, as I'm working for the perfect body shape I should have at my school's Turn-Over Ceremony soon). On a similarly food-related topic, the bloody fish bone is still stuck in my throat.

I'm currently at class bringing you the news that nothing interesting has happened today, unless you count the perfect mark I got in the Chemistry pop quiz, owing to my punishment for forgetting to bring the books with me yesterday. Apart from that, I shall start thinking what to write in my article before this teacher sees me.