There is a boy harassing me and my friend, a girl named Adrien. She was trying to sew her d-rings for her duffle bag when he came and started annoying us.
He’s a tad bossy, telling her what to do and trying to excuse me for my burping sessions. I was about to excuse myself, but I wasn’t finished burping yet.
FACS is boring now that I have my bag done. I feel like a rebel since Adrien lent me one of her CDs for me to rip a copy of and her flash drive to put the music on since she’s a tad technologically illiterate. But such is life.