|Me and Liz, my partner in crime|
Yesterday, Rachelle (counselor) left a gigantic open bag of twizzlers in my cubbie. The girls are like, "Lexi, can we have some?" I said, "They're not mine, so I don't care." But I didn't take any. I thought they were Rachel's. (They were).
But they ate them anyway. When Rachel found out, she yelled at them and I let it slip that I told them the Twizzlers weren't mine. We all thought Jenna was mainly eating them. She was really going defensefull and I thought it was annoying. Rachel ended up crying. Molly Remy and I went interrogating the girls about the Twizzlers case.