Okay to start off, I didn't mean it like that Delia!
When she said you were wrong,
You kept looking at me like "But you Saidddd...."
Even when I didn't say anything.
And second, thanks alot.
Now you're like leaving the fate of my life up to our fans because you want us to be fairies...
So today was like... Ehh.
Bianca keeps sitting with us every day at lunch and I hate it.
Like today, we were talking about weed.
That seems to be a very frequent topic with us for some reason...
Well Bianca was sitting with us, ignoring us of course, so I asked her why she sat with us when there was a seat open next to Delilah (who's pretty much her only friend other than Weaver).
So she says "I want to make sure you're not talking about me."
Wtf.
So then she says "why are you guys talking about weed like no one here sells weed!"
Like bitch were you even listening.
We know for a fact that a couple people at our school sell weed.
And now she wants to use that as an excuse to BE MAD.
Right on time, our stupid ass teacher tells us it's time to leave lunch.
(And I'm allowed to say she's a stupid ass teacher cuz she is...)
So then she went and sat next to Delilah in LA and probably told her all about how we're obsessed with weed.
And now Delilah's gonna believe her stupid lies and think we're all potheads and hate me even more.
Fml.
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7th. Unfortunately.
Non-FictionMy names Delia. I know not really the right way to start off a story, but I believe my story revolves a lot around it. You see so much has happened since I entered sixth grade, that I couldn't let it go undocumented. So this is my story along with m...
