My Fucking Dad Says I Should Update My Blog

My good old Dad said what the fuck is going on with Gripe Of The Day? And my dad never swears so I'm gonna have to do it so here it goes: I go to school with the most immature gossipy, too faced backstabbers I have ever met. My friend in the class calls them demons from hell sent to take us down. It fits them well. Even our teacher says we are the most difficult class she has ever had and that they were mean to her. That's so sad.