Because I wasn't wearing the magic pants.

Me and my best friend found magic pants this Summer. In a completely and totally Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Way. Only, she lives 3000 miles away, and we're rather lazy, so we just bought two pair.
I wore mine on my first day of school, her third, and I told her they saved me from something terrible. She asked me,'What kind of things were they saving you from?'
If my life was a novel you were reading in English your teacher would stop you right about there to let you in on the authors use of foreshadowing.
Only, ha ha, the author of my novel didn't let me in on the twist. I would have said climax of the story, but that would be rather pathetic if it was all coming to an end on my second day.
I threw up today, in the hallway, in a trash can, after sweating through my clothes in geometry and nearly passing out from cramp pains.
Its a hard knock life for us!
The nurse here is far nicer in comparison to the women who never left her desk and told me to stop skipping class when the same thing happened in sixth.
The experience did show me how nice Jamie is, I may just keep her around, for a while, and this new girl who I sorta blew off in my hast to not faint in the middle of the corridor. I think her name may be Shh. Trust me the names are a mixture of weird and white girl 'stuck in the suburbs' names.
As kind as they are, I still feel lonely, the girl who reads instead of talking while waiting for roll to start. And if you were wondering, yes, you do realize when you've hit rock bottom.
I'm not saying it was bad, but unless I actually do pass out tomorrow, or pee my pants I don't see it topping today.
And my mom told me it would get better...
But what does she know, she wears Crocs.

Does your mom wear Crocs?