100 Things 4 U

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School days where mostly the same. Boring. School must mean something totally different from what the dictionary definition tells us. School: An organisation that provides instruction. If my school instructs me then I'm a Play-Dough maniac and everything is made from cookie dough and marshmallows.
My school is filled with lockers and is all ,made with bricks. ( My principal Mr. Bricker is the boss of BrickerCorp. so if you where wondering where did the bricks came from there you are.) The classrooms are really small but they're shoved with a bunch of desks. There are really large alleys that students use to get to their classes. We also have the Noob Alley it's an alley perfectly designed for the noobs. So if you, noob, ever go to my school (never please) go to the Noob Alley.
I didn't had thing to do in the recess time because even though I'm pretty attractive (seriously, don't you dare to laugh!), funny, and creative people don't hang out with me so much. Not as if I cared in case wondering because I don't. They all want me to adapt to all their friend-request but I won't.
Oh, just to add, when I refer to all I talk about: Olivia the prettiest girl in the grade; Evan, the brainy; Kriss, the guy who thinks he's the best of bests; Summie, this really annoying girl (I used to spend my time with her but as I grew up I started to dislike her); Anddie, this other annoying girl that I forever mostly will hate; Dallas, my only real best friend; Fabianne, she's a French girl who is, same as Evan, timid; Bill the guy whom nobody likes but in fright they stay with him and obey him and some others may ,as well, be extras in this story.
Since always I've had a crush on Olivia but she said I needed to be like Kriss, very... I don't know. Maybe if I grow up to be a scientist I can open his inside and see what he's got because from the outside the only things that are fine are the props or clothing stuff. Olivia is now buried in my Black List so, rest in peace Olivia!
One fact about me is that I hate a lot. I mean, if something doesn't work the way I want I automatically send it to: My Hate List which is filled with two hundred things that I hate and in one of them are my classroom tutors. You know, people are always asking: Why do you hate so much? And I answer: why don't you hate so much?
Then they think and make a whatever excuse to don't look like a looser.
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This chapter was really small but whatever! (I'm used to saying that!) it could have been a little lame but I was uninspired. Next chapter will be awesome, promise! ILY all!