"Mom where are my black high converse!?"
-That's me. Yeah I know go ahead and say it. I'm a brat. I'm use to everyone saying that so its fine but really all I did was ask for my shoes.
"GET THEM OUT OF THE CLOSET RIGHT NOW BEFORE I SCREAM!"
-Okay so yea I am a brat.
"Honey they're in your closet you can get them yourself"
-My daughter is a brat. Honestly I'd rather be the mother of Miley Cyrus at times like these.
"Ugh I'm leaving now. Unless you want me to be late for school"
"Have a good day honey" my mom says grinning.
-----------On the bus---------
Okay so yea I'm not the ordinary middle schooler. I'm rich. That's right my dad makes a lot of "bling bling" at work if u know what I mean. So basically we live in a mansion on top of a hill behind a sweet little forest with a coi pond and small green bushes shaped like animals. Nobody has ever stepped foot in our house because my parents think if a poor person comes in they'll give us "poorman" disease. That's a disease where the needy give you their problems and please, that's the last thing I need. Honestly it's my last year in middle school and being in 8th grade is harder than you'd think. First of all, we rule the school so basically we have to be cool. Then, we have to help the younger kids with homework and other crap like that. And finally, the teachers are sick of us by the third year of having us.
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Fiksi RemajaWhen she finally has her golden birthday she doesn't realize how golden it really is.
