We learned about taxes today at school. Boring! All I know for sure is that I don't want to pay them. Ever.
I saw Brandon when I was walking home from school today. He was talking to some older boys and looked real serious. They were talking real close, and kept shaking hands. He saw me and told me, "Rachel! Go home! You shouldn't be here!" Pretty rude, made me mad. He caught up to me before I got home and told me he was sorry. That he was just having a private conversation that he didn't want anyone to hear. I understand, I guess. But it still hurt.