Dear Kitty,
Today was agrravating but... Ya know.... its also V-day so I felt entitled to write.
Social Studies
So Raso was out sick... AGAIN! And we had to split.... I got sent to Ms. Mills class with Dana, Octavia, Jamie, Kai, and Kody (the new kid).
All of us girls were sitting down at a table while Kody sat all alone at a near by table facing the wall
Dana: Psttttt Kody!
Kody: *turns his head* Yeah?
Dana: You should pull a seat over here so you could ya know sit with us.. You look so lonely over there...
Kody: *nervous laugh* nah no thanks
Dana: Why?
Me: He thinks we are phsyco! *laughs*
Dana: *pouts then grabs a paper and we write notes to each other*
(A/N: Dana and her cheer buddies were each others valentines this year and the call each other "girlfriend". 'Ding' is our code word for the guy I like.... And 'Dong' is the code word for his best friend... Yeah were original AND CREATIVE lil mofos! ;P )
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Dana:
Happy Valentines Day! ;)
Me:
Happy Singles Day! ;)
Dana:
Honey Im not single...
Me:
Oh yeah sorry I forgot! ;) You have your cheer "girlfriends"... Im sad.... :/
Dana:
Why?
Me:
Ding.
Dana:
What did he do to you? >:{
Me:
Nothing... He just... He got your "girlfriend" a valentine and ya know he likes her...
Dana:
Nicole doesnt even like him... She thinks hes creepy...
Me:
HE still likes HER
Dana:
Adriana... Are you jealous?
Me:
Kinda...
Dana:
But she doesnt like him therfore theres no chance of them getting together so your fine.
Me:
No Im not... Im hurt. Because even if they wont get together... Neither will we.... :/
Its okay though, I get it....
Shes skinnier.
And prettier.
And girlier.
I wouldnt pick me either... :/
Dana:
Dont say that! Your gorgeous and totally skinny... If I were a guy I'd date you! ;) lmao
Me:
YOU ARE READING
A Trees Life
Teen FictionIm bored... So I decided to write this... So if you wanna read you can :), and if not then dont meanie... :( ••••••I'm an interesting girl. Whether that's a good or bad thing is up to you!••••• This is gunna be like a journal... BUT COOLER BECAUSE...
