#21 Way to go Sydney

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Okay so I had really been hooked to a book on Wattpad and I didn't write but read instead

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Okay so I had really been hooked to a book on Wattpad and I didn't write but read instead. It was sooo hard to stop reading but I finally took a break and continued my chapter.

I really wanted to publish yesterday (8th March) cause it was my birthday! But I was occupied with my besties who had come over. My parents had organised a surprise party and I loved it! Thank you guys!!!

Happy belated women's day as well!

Chapter 21 song
~Unbelievable (Why Don't We)

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A trip to New York?!

That was just the most exciting thing I had ever heard! Oh wow, I would actually go to New York City! Oh my god, I had always wanted to go there. The fact that this was from school was even better! Arghhhhhh I was so excited!!!

Oh wait... My mom wouldn't let me go... I don't even know why I celebrated.

She definitely wouldn't let me go. Why did I even think I'd be allowed?

But I still really wanted to go!

There had to be some way to convince her... Last time she let me go because she had someone else to meet... That wouldn't work this time.

I decided to just let it go and went to bed.

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At school I did the usual. Go to classes and break my head on pointless information I would probably never use in my life...

Drake was back in school again and he was an annoying ass in English. The usual stuff. He kept kicking my chair and I kept telling him to stop. I tried, a really did try to ignore it but I guess I'm just a restless and impatient person to have the ability to ignore.

"Drake stop," I told him quietly hoping that Ms Rosemary wouldn't hear.

"Nope," he said and started poking my back with his pencil.

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