Monday, school, walking dead. all 3 things relate. on Mondays at school the students walk around like zombies, I even get depressed. until the afternoon.
I woke up this morning and made my 8th grade lunch which consisted of a pb&j, chips,eater,granola bar,and secret recipe. I fough with my mom about eating breakfast which I did not want to do, she won, so I eat some peanut butter and climbed my tree out front. its march so the new leaves hide me from view but I can see out.
I then went to school and the only eventful thing worth mentioning happened in 5th period, where there's s boy who I feel harasses me by grabbing my shoulders, playing with my hair and calling me derogatory names like "white girl", "dumb white" and a few remarks on my butt. in sixth period though I banged my head on a metal bar and couldn't stop laughing or crying. but I feel better now that it's night.
After school I went to cross fit kids,a work out place, and GOT RIPPED "Ha Ha lol" I was feeling a little dizzy but all I had to do was run a few laps, monkey bars, dumbbells, hurtles burpies, and headstands.
Then I went home showered and watched some little house on the prairie with my dog May until eleven.
🌟dairy page 2 done. should I continue this story? Or not, I don't know if if its any good because this writing style is new too me.
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The Truth
RandomA peek into my life. I'll write "The Truth" but I won't use anyone's real name. If you like diary, drama, and suspense then I suggest you read on.
