The Life Of A Teenager

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This song is looking for your name by Armin Van Buuren. In this story, I will mention this song and I thought why not put it on here for you guys to enjoy? I really hope you like this song. Loves Jennifer
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Hello diary,

It's Friday!! Everyone is sooo excited, but me? Not so much. Friday mean there are tests, so much fun we all know. Marie, Rose, and I are in the same classes for all of the main classes, which are math, social studies/science, and language arts. I think it's fun being with them, but sometimes I just can't stand them...

Anyway, in math we took a quiz, and I felt pretty good about it. Next class in science, we're working on a project with Renee, and that was fun. My family is an engineering family, so I enjoyed working with wood. And the problem came in language arts.

I knew we had a test, but I didn't really study for it because... well, I don't really have motivation these days and I despite English with a passion. The language is so complicated and annoying, but that maybe because it's my second language... I was doing okay, but in the middle of it all, I forget everything. I took about 10-15 thinking and guessing. I'm pretty sure I failed... But I think I'll actually try next time and study. After the little test, we were told to write a paragraph on the guests that we had yesterday about making decisions. I wrote about how they said the hardest decision that you make is choosing your friends. Because of they have a title, you are also in that title.

I finished writing my paragraph when Marie came up to me to see how I did on the math quiz we took today. I got a score of 92, and she went crazy. "You got a higher score them me..." She said. I guessed her grade as an 80 but she said it was a lot lower. I guessed 60--lower. I guessed, counting in tens, and got to 40 and she finally said yes. She got a 40%? That couldn't be right... She was upset, clearly, and blamed herself for taking a sick day. That's when I snapped. "Well, maybe if u would have rested in the office like I told you to in third block, you wouldn't have to take the sick day!!" She was quiet, probably thinking of a come back, but the only thing she could come up with was "well,I didn't want to miss anything okay!!" I instantly came back and said, "because you 'didn't want to miss anything', you missed a whole day." And walked away.

It was lunch time not too long after our argument, and I didn't feel hungry. I walked up to the end of the line, waiting to get my food, but decided that I'm not hungry anyway. I walked up to my locker to get my tablet and head phones. I walked back to the lunch room and on the way play one of my favorite songs, looking for your name by Armin Van Buuren. I get to the dubble doors and see Marie coming out of the bathroom. Seeing her just made me more mad, so instead of paying attention to her, I open the door harshly, and go inside, to the corner. I sit there for the rest of lunch and listen to music.

We go back to language arts, and I act as if nothing happened. She sits next to me and asks me if I still want my paper checked. I say site and do the same for her paper. Her paper is of course, perfect. "Looks good!" I tell her. She looks at me to make sure I wasn't just saying that and meaning it. She sensed that there was something wrong with it, but there was nothing wrong with the paper... I was very confused of how she can go through school with ease, yet fail a quiz. While she looked through mine, I could tell there was something wrong with my writing. She picked up her pencil, wanting to write something, but quickly put it back down. I dare not look at the paper again, so I don't regret writing what I wrote.

In the last class, band, I was still frustrated with what Marie had said and complained. Rae, a flute player, said that she understand why Marie would be upset and the conversation ended quickly. After a short class of band, we start talking about it because Marie's basically boyfriend, Palmer, said something about her. In the mids of conversation with him, and Mr. F, the band director, Mr. F asked me why I'm getting so frustrated and mad over this and I hesitated for a moment, but told him I have this little thing called depression. "I've gotten a lot better, but I have my days " I told him honestly. He okayed my answer and students were dismissed.

After school, I have winter percussion. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's like marching band only its with percussion instruments only. We start with moving the tables out of the lunch room so we can march, then put the instruments into its places, finally the marchers, including me, worm up. About 15 minutes of worming up, we march the first movement about 50 times. We got a break of nine minutes. "We will work on movement two after break," Mr. F said. Putting my bass drum off my shoulders, I walk towards May and Amethyst. Amethyst had Hershey Kisses and shared them with me. "I've never had these chocolate tasting this good..." I said, also telling them this was the first thing I've eaten all day. The break was quickly over and had to get my bass drum back on. Ugh, so heavy...

We start working on the second movement, and luckily, I don't need my bass drum on for the most of this song (yay!), but there is a lot of dancing involved. Not for me, but for two girls Kat and Lemon. Lemon's real name is Elizabeth, but her hair is like the color of Lemon (of course more blond), so I call her Lemon. As the sideline plays, we dance and march with the beat.

By the end of the practice, I about dropped Lemon about 3 times during her flip...and I'm one of the main supporters! I felt so bad. I asked her if she was okay. She said she was fine, but part of me didn't believe her. I walked home worried that she won't like me anymore or, the worst thing that she could do, never trust me again.

I walk home listening to my list of songs that I like. The sun beating down on me, but shivering because the wind is cold. After a few songs I land home and get ready to eat dinner. Even though the chocolates were the only thing I've eaten all day, I didn't have much of an appetite. My dad, Angie, Isabel, and I sat down at the table and prayed before eating. I got two scoops of chicken and stir fried veggies. I slowly ate my food and put the plate in the sink. "That's all you you're going to eat?" My dad called out as I started walking around to put my chair back where it belongs. "Yeah, I'm not too hungry... I've had a bad day," I told him. He questioned me with his expression and I explain how Marie failed her quiz, how I'm pretty sure I failed my language arts test, and how I almost dropped Lemon 3 times. He simply said okay and let me slip into my room.

I was in my room for about one hour and got bored. I started reading, but my brain decided I didn't want to do that. So I texted my crush, Scott, and see how soon I would get a reply. I got a reply about 15 minutes after I originally texted him. We talked for about an hour and a half, leaving me bored once again. In the mean time, I fed the dog. Came back to see three texts. Read them through and I replied. As I sent the messages, an intruder came in. It was 20 months old Isabel. "Jen!" Oh how I love her, but my day has ruined the fun out of 'Jen'. So I simply put her in her room and closed the door. I slip through my sheets and go to sleep.
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I wanted to thank all of the peoples that actually read this and thought this was interesting. This is based off of my life and feelings, so please don't write any negative comments. Thank you!!
Loves, Jennifer