Gold Digger

When I was stuck and was waiting for the clock to hit my target hour to go to school, I read two notebooks-containing text messages that Sarah Grace received and notes about who phone called during her birthdays; academic notes; reminders; and lastly, the things that I wrote that started a fire during high school-which I borrowed from her. I don't know why I wrote what I wrote (well, except for those good-bye messages, that thing I knew the rationale behind).
I receive various criticisms at the time, because they said I was a Gold digger with a capital G. I'm poor until now but I'm not. Darn!