Flustered

Here's a well-known secret of my new life in high school.

Shelton has become my new enemy.
She opens her mouth and I want to do things that would not make my Bishop proud.
My hatred wouldn't be so fiery if it had been any other class but English.
English was a staple in my Sophomore schedule, along with Drama. Now it's the thing I dread on B-day.
So when I say I would rather drag my belly across molten glass than write for that woman, please know it is with utmost sincerity.
But we all have a midterm to write.
The premise is so simple it's disgusting.

To add to the fluster, I have yet to be satisfied with my little online journal.
I wish this girl was here. She makes headers like a boss.