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"We're moving". Those were the words that changed my life, but three years ago I didn't know that. I didn't know that so many things would happen. Especially things that changed my outlook on life itself.
You see about three years ago, give or take a few. My family and I decided to move to my shitty ass "hometown" Palatka. Even the name is shitty. Anyways, I was raised in Tennessee, but I was born here, so if it hasn't clicked yet my family is here obviously.
That's my parents excuse as to why we moved back, but honestly I think it was a little more than that. I don't know what, but I just know the feeling. Anyways, back to it. I was in the end of my 7th grade year, I had made new friends in 6th. Really great friends, well friend. I was really bummed when I found out. It was out of nowhere. Completely unexpected. Like a fucking brick hit me in the head with bad news or some shit.
So. We moved to Florida (gonna save some details about the day of moving, because I'll cry like a fucking titty baby). I started my 8th grade year here. At Jenkins Middle. I. Fucking. Hated. It. It was big, the "halls" were too crowded, too much drama, too much violence, and WAY too much hate. Like bitch, you don't know me, but your gonna pick on me? Yup pick on the new kid, you're a great person. Note the sarcasm. ANY-FUCKIN-WAYS; I met a friend.
One day at lunch sitting like a loner, this girl (who was also a loner) sat in front of me, everyday. We never spoke a word. One day she asked me my name, so me being the polite little weak shit I was responds "Kassie, you?", so she told me hers. (Amanda BTW),& that's how I got my first friend, but wait it gets f'n better.
Our school had block scheduling, so I met two guys in my 6th period math class. Justin Ward and Johnathan Owens. We all soon became friends as well. Me, Amanda, Johnathan, and Justin were all a group. We hung out at school all the time, even though we had very limited classes together.
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To Be Continued (8th grade year)
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Apprehension and Sorrow
RandomThis isn't a story. Its a dialogue. That's a fancy word for "keeping up with my shit in a book". No, but it is like a journal type thing. not meant to be read, but feel free I don't give a fuck, and I don't know you. So no harm done, right? Wrong.
