Ok, I'm sorry that the last one was so short but that's because I left for a sleepover I didn't want to go to and had to hurry up. It wasn't as bad as I thought to be honest and I returned last night at around 7pm-ish. It was alright; we had to stay there for one night only so it was good. Though, I was stuck for 1/2 hours with a 12/13 year old because both our parents and our siblings left. And what I really mean by 1/2 hours is that I was awake and next to him for 1/2 hours because I was sleeping the rest.
He had to babysit me for 2 minutes where he had to come down and give me breakfast. I felt bad since he was playing online with his friends but he said it was fine so I guess it's okay. After I finished, I went up and he quietly asked me to play which I declined because my phone was out but he was pretty chill about it.
I like him a lot and we usually play together whenever I'm at his house.
And before you guys ask, I like him platonically. I don't believe in love to like him romantically. That and because he's younger than me.
I prefer guys with a dark complexion, (which he has) and max 2 1/2 years older than me. Not younger.
That's my type but I don't like them romantically because, like I said, I don't believe in love.
Haven't since I was 3 or 4.
I know that because I said it out loud at the banks outside of my classroom.
To me, it's always been a stupid concept.
So it was fun being with him and I just watched him play with his friends which was fine by me.
Because I live an hour away from them, I saved an offline book and read it.
It was called The Bad Boy's Melody. And Goddamn do I love Austin and Reece.
Austin is the love interest and the supposed 'Bad boy'. Trust me he's not. That's what everybody else thinks.
Reece is that goofy friend of Austin's who likes to spoil Jessica, the MC, all the time, much to her dismay.
But I also like it because they have a pretty healthy relationship. Jessica knows how she should be treated and how to handle different situations like 5 minutes of Austin being a jerk in the entire story.
Just kidding.
He wasn't acting like a jerk. He suddenly got moody and Jessica gave up when he didn't answer and told him that she's going to go and for him to call her when he wants to apologize.
Dude comes 5 minutes to apologize only to find her not at her house but at her friends house an hour later.
So yeah.
I love how healthy their relationship is and there are several plot twists in the book.
I'm sorry but I hate toxic relationships. Like absolutely detest it.
Je deteste ca.
Ich hasse es.
Lo odio.
Like I don't mind some possessiveness/jealousy but it depends to what extent.
But I'm one to talk. I've had two toxic friendships and one toxic friendship now.
My first one was my best friend being seriously possessive and controlling.
My second one was my best friend being controlling and manipulative.
And my now one is my average friend using me as a second option. The same one I wrote about earlier in the book. However, I'm not sure if she realizes if she's being toxic or not.
So you can tell I'm shit at choosing my friends. In total, if I add up the years I didn't have a toxic friend then it would be 5 years of my life where I had decent friends.
Though my first two toxic friendships weren't exactly toxic because I knew what they were doing and argued with them from time-to-time.
But otherwise I hate toxic relationships.
Right now, I'm supposed to be memorising something because my brother is doing arabic and I'm next.
Anyway I'm just going to write it because I learn quicker that way. I think.
Ash addoo una ilaha illalahu wahdahoo la shareek kalahoo wa ashadoo una mohammadan abdahoo wa rassooloo.
Ash adahoo ilaha illalahoo washadoo la shareek kalahoo abdahoo wa rasooloo
Ash addoo una ilaha illalahu wa washadhoo la shareek kalahoo wa una mohammaun abdahoo wa rassooloo
Ash adoo una ilaha illalahu washadoo la shareek kalahoo wa una mohammudun abdahoo wa rassooloo
Ash adoo una ilaha illalahu wahdahoo la shareek kalahoo wa una mohumadhun abdahoo wa rassooloo
Ash adoo una ilaha illalahu wadahoo la shareek kalahoo wa una ashadoo una mohummadhan abdahoo wa rassooloo
Ok that took me 4 tries. The bold being the actual copy and the rest were trial and error. I can't write arabic and I'm not about to try translating through Google Translate because arabic is one hell of a complicated language. So this is the way my little brother wrote it; he wrote the translation down which is easier for both him and I.
That reminded me of the song Him and I.
'In the end, it's him and I. Him and I.'
I am currently wearing gloves after disappearing off 7-10 minutes to get ready for my turn but I stopped because I saw brown liquid on the tissue. I don't even know how I noticed but I did and I can't tell if I'm going to start my period or not. I asked my mom and she said just to use gloves today. Just in case. Which I'm okay with. It's roughly 10 days early so maybe it's not and my vagina is just playing up.
I don't know but I know my mom makes me wear gloves to read the Qur'an. The annoying thing is that I'm wearing white PJ's at the moment. I'm wearing white trousers with a grey leopard pattern and a white shirt with bubble writing Dream with a filling of the grey leopard print as well. Although, I'm wearing a grey hoodie over the top.
That's one of my many PJ sets I made up. The white one that I'm wearing is an actual set. The others are not. The others are a short sleeve black top or a full sleeve camo green top with grey sweatpants. I can't find my camo green top which is why I'm using the black one as a substitute. Over that I wear a blue hoodie that seems to look purple under a different light.
I would wear a thin black hoodie instead of the blue one but I wear the black one at school instead of a jumper. We're allowed to wear school hoodies at school over our jumpers for the window but then extended it to plain black/grey hoodies. But I screw my jumper and just wear my hoodie.
I'm about to leave because my brother's lesson up.
One my practice and I'm gonna leave.
Ash adoo una illaha illalahu wahdahoo la shareek kalahoo wa ashadoo una mohammadan abdahoo wa rasooloo.
Yep, I got it.
Okay, I gotta leave. Like right now. 3 steps aways.
Bye Bye.
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My Life at High School
Teen FictionThis is my life at High School. My problems, my studies, my friends and etc. An average student at a massive school, who's failing but apparently "still have time." (Bro, I'm in Year 10. I don't have) The point of this book is to write about my li...