I HATE SCHOOL.
My school is starting in 2 days. And even worse, it's middle school.
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Sorry. I sound like Greg Heffley.
Ok so I don't really know how to write in one of these things, so I'm just gonna introduce myself. My name is Savannah Lamb. I'm 11 years old. I have a little sister named Ocean, and she's 8 years old.
Anyways I live in Uranium City now because when Mom left my dad (yes, I am fatherless for the time being, don't make a big deal out of it) we started struggling and I think housing prices are lower here or something. We used to live in Chicago, but Mom grew up here. Also when I was a toddler we used to visit Uranium sometimes, but I think we stopped because Covid happened.
I never realized it when I was little but Uranium is so tiny. There's only like one school here. And, like, three restaurants. Mom said she was surprised to see they shut down the Pizza Hut here... Apparently someone hid a body behind it.
So I'm going into 6th grade, which is the beginning of middle school. I wonder what it'll be like. We'll have lockers instead of coat rooms. Wouldn't that be a cramped space to put your backpack in? It's practically a vertical brick. I can't believe there would be room for decorations.
Anyways I'm gonna go to bed now since Mom told me I have to fix my sleep schedule before school starts.
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Savannah Lamb Diaries
Humorslightly bad. also some implied spacedolls later in the story (if I don't abandon this) I may ask readers what to do for something or how to write something or just minor inconveniences bc I wanna keep this realistic
