Dear Diary,

I was sent home early because I twisted my ankle, hard. Ap-bap-bap-bap! No I am not careless, my P. E. Teacher made us ran 100 laps around the gym, she told us it's for survival skills, but I mean what hell? 100 laps? Who do you think am I ? Superman? Flash? Saitama? Naruto? What hell?

Oh yeah my teacher also ran with us... In her 4 inches heels. How come she didn't fell down and twisted her ankle?

Anyway, after I was sent home my mom rushed to me and inspected me head to toe, and she was like:

"ARE YOU OK? DIDNT I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN IN THE SCHOOL? YOU ARE SO GROUNDED YOUNG LADY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? SUPERMAN? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? RISKING YOUR LIFE OVER THAT?!"

In the end, nothing happened. Just me in my room, with no computer, no T. V. No phone and absolutely no communication.

Actually Jane visited me after she got back from school though.