I'm at church, sitting in the area with only two chairs and a plug.
The intercom thing that says what's going on where I'm supposed to be is off... It's nice and quiet and yeah.
So I'm just sitting here, eating my poptart, taking a sip of my fruit punch, reading a book on wattpad called B.A.D Luck (it's hilarious by the way. the main character is pregnant and trying to tell the baby daddy's sister and is all like. There's a bat in my cave? Up in the Duff? Wearing my apron high? To quote Juno 'I am, fo' shiz, up the spout?)
I'm enjoying my time away from people in the silence (no one actually knows this, but I love silence. I can get lost in my thoughts and although it's a scary place... it is pretty awesome.) and then
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
All the freaking adults crowded on the other side of the church together (my sisters and mom are with them) burst into laughter.
Now I'm pissed cuz I wanna know why they were laughing but I don't want to get up cuz this seat is comfortable Dx
(note: I wrote this ten minutes after it happened. . . two minutes after writing this they burst into laughter again. Dx)
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A family with a mom, dad, and four kids just sat down in MY area.
O.o
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The youngest, a girl who looks around four, is reading this book I used to read when I was little.
Memories. . .
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I was putting the poptart wrapper in my pocket and the little girl looked up and glared at me xD
She's adorable
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I'm the only one in my first class who didn't watch the Easter thingy last Sunday xD
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My friend Sam who wants to be an author just said, "believe it or not, I actually don't like writing." When my teacher asked why she didn't take notes on the Easter thingy
And we all busted out laughing.
And she started to resay stuff and fix the statement when my teacher joked, "Sam, you just lied in church!"
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Everyone fell asleep through the Easter thingy, apparently. . . I'm happy I didn't see it then o.o
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We got off topic and we're talking about our parents and them having favorites
I think it happened when one kid said she's the teachers favorite who said she doesn't have any... And then when the kid said something else the teacher said, "I'm a mother, I'm programmed not to have favorites."
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She thinks I'm looking up something in my scriptures on my church app but I'm writing in here instead.
Muahahaha.
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I drew a smiley face on my knee yesterday with a purple pen when I was bored and when I'm sitting down my dress goes up enough where it's just not covering it and my friend is just staring at it... It's kind of creepy xD
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Two people were outside the room having a very loud conversation.
So my teacher went outside, but when she told them to shh they couldn't hear cuz she lost her voice
And so she came back in and said, "I guess they're having a very important conversation."
Then I said, with very emphasized wording, "They're talking about feet growing!" and we all busted out laughing
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Omg my sister was one of the people talking xD
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Someone thought my sister was pregnant
O.o
She's not even 16 yet, never mind married.
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Second class is about to start
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Teacher 2 asked a question.
I gave the generic answer everyone wanted to use.
Haha.
:P
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There was totally not any spilt fruit punch on the ground under my chair
And if there was it totally wasn't me.
#whenindoubtblameScarlet
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My mom made me go clean it up xD
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So I finished cleaning up the fruit punch and was looking for my family in all the rooms. When I couldn't find them I went to the exit.
"They left you," one of my teachers, Sister Smallie [#spelleditwrong], said, pointing out the door.
I rolled my eyes, and said,"of course they did." Then I walked out the door to see Scarlet in my seat. The front seat.
"Get out," I said, opening the door.
"You were to late."
"I was cleaning the fruit punch... that you spilt!" I said.
Her and my mom started laughing, knowing it was me.
"Get out," my mom said, unbuckling her seat.
"Fine, but I'm taking your iPad!"
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My Memory Log
Non-FictionIn which my memories will not be forgotten. All these are actual stories I remember. All of these are true and happened.