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When I was a kid, this age was really far away.
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When I was a kid, this age was really far away.
Yeah, about that, I apologise. Not to you of course, but to myself.. I promised that I would post every day in a blog type fashion. I lied, well.. its only been like.. 3..4 months. Oops.
the sixth grade boys in my school currently are way different than when i was in sixth grade. firstly, i talked to this boy, josef, on friday.
in sixth grade. I was in choir. sat next to a girl. with light messy hair. I found it so strange. that she didn't care. she had cuts on her legs. I didn't know what from. all I knew was that she. she.
Kindergarten- I was innocent and had a few friends. First grade- A new girl came to school. Her name is Heavan. We were best friends.
I don't quite know how old I am, But I have been alive for 15 years.
Teenage confusion,. Is a guarantee,. It will take every one of us,. Eventually,. Feeling and hormones,. Test results and spots,. And your school enemies,. The popular lot,. Only sometimes,.
School. Certainly isn't cool. Some things you like. Some you hate. Wake up at six. But you're still always late. School. I'm sick of hearing it. "oh look it's nerd girl and the nerd herd". School.
#100days What is love. I have loved my aunt, I have loved my dad, I have loved my gran and I have loved my cat. But, even, I know that loving your cat is not the same as loving a boy.
A place of learning. A place of friends. A place of teachers on every end. A place of a's. A place of b's. And for the better or the worse the c's and d's. Math and science. Lunchroom riots.
Hi, I'm Ashleigh. Yes. I know. Horrible name I have. Well I don't know where to start. I never thought that they would ever make a story about me but, I guess you don't really expect anything.
Remember when we were thirteen and afraid, spending days curious of the way our minds ticked, nervous kissing in movie theatres and early curfews before the danger in darkness had yet to swallow us...
By Janell Burley Hofmann I have a dream that I am looking at a baby. He is mine, all wrapped up in a blanket on a hospital bed. He is hooked up to machines and I am worried.