storm // l.h (slow updates)

two

tgi fúcking f. 

walking into school every friday morning is in fact hell because who the fúck want's to get up at six in the morning just to get ready in time to catch an un-sanitary bus to a learning facility with thousands of students of different ages and personalities.

"ay yo mare what's up in the hizzie?" (a/n refer to the picture about tony and pepperoni)

sadly, those there words came out of my best friend, bentley's, mouth.

"please think about what your about to say for at least one second before you say it bent." 

bentley had a girlfriend named amanda who i personally like because she keeps him in check and joins me in insulting him ocasionally.

now you're probably thinking, "mare u a third wheel wtf poor u oh no"

yes i'm a third wheel occasionally but i actually communicate with a few more humans that join bentley, amanda, and me in our friendly quarrels. so, not really a third wheel much.

my schedule consists of eight periods of hell, except for fifth period because lunch.

at our school when you're seventeen, have a car, are a senior, and have your parents written consent, you can go off of school grounds for lunch. but since i'm only sixteen, don't have my license, let alone a car, and my parents are extremely protective i can't. the annoying thing is that all of my acquaintances can. 

yes i am a senior. yes i am sixteen. i am the youngest because of a late birthday and my elementary school principal being nice enough to let me into first grade at age five.

seven hours later, after pre-calc, spanish history 4, ap english lit, ap government, rounds at the hospital, lunch, office aide, and honors biology i was finally completed with the last day of school before turkey break (a/n idk thanksgiving break)

arriving home after a day of school is always interesting because my family is crazy so you never know what is awaiting for you.

i very bad at ending chapters I'm sorry