Well, it's been a bit long since last wrote... not that anyone would notice because no one actually reads this. But that's alright.
Just finished breakfast at 7:08 on a Monday morning, feeling really really sleepy.
Fretting about the results of AP Biology interview and whether I would get in.
I mean, I hope my friends and I all get in, and better yet, I'm pretty sure Maven will.
Maven hasn't been really talking to me...
Okay, so, I'm going to go really girly now:
During the most recent math test, he sat behind me (we get to sit wherever during math tests, since the desks are separated). I mean, he didn't say anything to me, or anything like that.
... He just kept coughing and sneezing. I think he had allergies. (Oh geez. I hope it wasn't my shampoo...?)
And before the math test, there was a classwork. In it we had to find the area of a figure composed of triangles, a square, a trapezoid, and a complex figure formed by circles. It's harder than it sounds. I'm proud to say I was the only person in eighth grade GT Geometry who found the answer. So cheers.
I wonder what Maven thinks about that.
I mean, we don't even talk.
I sometimes wish I go to Chinese school, because then I might see him and maybe, maybe, we could be friends.
There is this girl, let's call her Emma. She's Chinese, and her parents are friends with so many other parents of the Chinese students in my school. She is, naturally, Maven's friend. (Jealousy.) However, she doesn't seem to like him in that way...
Sometimes I wonder why I like him so much. Actually, I wonder that all the time.
Last Friday there was an Eighth Grade Dance at my school. I wemt with my friends and had an awkward, strange, out-of-place, interesting time.
I got to see Maven dance... or sort of. I'm not a very outgoing person... and I'm shy. JUST WATCHING HIM DANCE MADE ME FEEL AWKWARD. And I don't know why.
Did I mention Maven is really thin? I don't know why.
And oh, Emma mentioned jokingly about matching Maven up with someone...
Sigh.
Liking someone is hard.
Difficult work.
Wonder what'll happen.

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The Things I Won't Ever Say to You
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