Editor's Note: Occasionally I'll drop in a few comments or clarifications, and most will be noted with parentheses.

It was during school, and my back started to hurt, as though I slept on it wrong or something. The pain was just to the left of my right shoulder blade. I was sent to this doctor who just happened to be at the school at the time, and I was diagnosed as having “screwed-up-bones” (Not sure if that's an ailment anybody's ever heard of).

The treatment was that they would have to cut open my back & rearrange the bones. Also, one of the bones was one in my spinal cord (Ouch, that's got to hurt). Anyway, now I had to go home and then call the doctor, and then everyone had to go to Priya's house (she's a neighbor), and the doctor had to perform the operation on Priya's coffee table.

That was what I was supposed to do, head over to Priya's house, but when we actually walked to her house "in reality", she was having company, so the operation couldn't be done there. Despite that, my dad was going to ask her mom (for permission) anyway! Imagine being asked if someone could perform an operation on your coffee table! Consequently, I never got the operation. However, on Monday (at school), my back still hurt, and Thomas offered to give me one of his famous back rubs (Readers, you're not alone…I've never heard about those either…)!

But we were in math, with Dr. Hunt, but class was taking place in Mrs. Smith-Hunt (eighth-grade math teacher, not well liked by many)'s room...Nonetheless, I eagerly accepted the offer, but I was set on taking the rub like a real massage and I wanted to get on the table (don't tell her that sounds perverted, she knows).

Just as I was about to hop on, Dr. Hunt wanted everyone to sit down (ostensibly for class) and I was like “NOOOO!” Then she handed out Backstreet Boys pictures & lyrics (There goes the logic)! I was complaining about not getting lyrics.