After making up with Anna and making a playlist together, I am happier. This might be the worst day of my life, but at least I have a friend. Maybe friends aren't all so bad...
I ask Anna which middle school she's going to. She answers, "Riverside. Same with those two girls over there, I was eavesdropping." "Same!" "Yay!" Just then, we hear the nighttime bell. Whoa! Is it already bedtime?

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At The Art Camp
RandomAnna. Hailey. Ciara. Skye. Four girls. Different talents. Anna loves to sing. She dreams of being a pop-star. Hailey likes to draw. It's her dream to see one of her drawings in an art museum or gallery. Ciara loves painting. She wants to become a...