Travis started some trouble with a couple guys in the cafeteria today. They shoved him into the table and spilled my milk all over the place, including my pants and my English paper.
Mrs. Harris was still mad from earlier this week and she looked ready to throw my paper in the trash, but George took the blame for it. He knows how to charm teachers. She's letting me copy it over tonight. I have to get to school early to hand it in, so now I have to ride the bus.
Sometimes I wish Travis would just keep his mouth shut.