9th grade? Huh. It was something.... new? Yea. New. And different. When I started 9th grade I was with the one I truly loved. It was nice you know. All my friends were in higher grades playing sports. I was going to play football 9th grade. But my ankles started hurting. So I had a professional come and check me out and we figures out I had loose ligaments in my ankles so my bones rubs together. Hurts like a bitch. Badly. So I couldn't play because my dad didn't want to risk me getting my ankles broke. But oh well. My friends understood why I couldn't play. But the one I was truly in love with that year we broke up. Worst thing ever. I thought my life was gonna end soon. But nah. I just acted like everything was alright. But we came back to each other at the end of the school year. And 10th grade. Same thing. But we got back together in the middle of the summer right before the 4th of July. Best thing that has happened. Still together. And we have plans after we graduate. I hope it all goes well.
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The Life I Never Thought Of Having
De TodoJust a story about my past that leads to the present I'm living now and how my future will be.
