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10

My birthday finally came and i can honestly say it was really good. It was a really small party but it had a lot of stuff going on. Ever since my birthday ive been feeling really weird. I dont know what the issue is but ive been very grumpy. I say it could be school. I mean im 11 in the 6th grade. Im the youngest in my class and still cant relate to alot is going on. Alot of them just turned 12 and here i am little ole 11. I cant even say im a preteen because im not. All i hear is pre teen conversations but they be rich conversations like how they went to fiji for spring break and all that other stuff. I only went to japan but that's besides the point. I dont brag about what i have because i rarely go on these trips. Its probably like 3 times a year i go on a trip out the country or in general. They go on family vacations every month. Ha couldnt be me.

Its getting very close to summer time and i cant wait. Bey has been working on her album 4. She just got done dropping run the world girls and is editing best thing i never had. I cant relate at all but my favorite one is love on top. Aside from that bey has rarely been around. Nothing too unusual. Whenever shes about to drop an album she does this shit. She goes ghost and just focus on shit like filming and doing what the "queen bey" does best.

I got home from school and went straight to the bathroom. I wiped the dry blood from off my nose. Yea i got into a fight. I don't understand why white people always want to touch my hair. I honestly hate that school. And they are really weird. Im not even around people like me because of my scores on my test and my moms wealth so they try and form me into a prep girl when im not. They said my hair was out of regulation but if i was on the east wing i wouldnt have an issue.

Im just ready for this year to end honestly.

I took my backpack off and went straight to sleep. Im tired.

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"JAZMÍN GISELLE TINAMARIE GONZALEZ"

I rolled my eyes getting up

"GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!"

I groaned not responding. Once i made it downstairs i seen mya with a disappointing face. She never gets angry or really raises her voice so i know i must've done something.

"Why are your chores not done?"

I rolled my eyes, "i was going to do them"

"Going? You were going to do them? Didnt i say do them right when you come home?"

"Yea but-"

"I dont care do them now" she said walking away

I groaned mumbling under my breath

"Care to share?" She asked

I mumbled a no gathering the trash bag.

I turned around and she was just looking at me.

The fuck you looking at

"Fix your face"

Fix your face

I rolled my eyes walking past her.

"Youre trying me right now jazmin"

Yea okay whatever

I threw the trash out heading back inside but a car pulled into the driveway. I immediately recognized the Mercedes van. I rolled my eyes and kept walking into the house. I closed the door behind me.

"Well damn thank you for holding it open" she said

"You got your hands and feet youre good" i mumbled wiping the counters