Wake up already this is reality

Chapter two

Um, hello again, so I guess this well be some kind of journal or some stuff like that? I don't know, all I know is I feel empty inside, I am just going with I put everything that happened in my days for some reasoning that I came up with, I don't know, oh well, I just feel empty today, I guess I could fill this story with opinions of some kind, put down rants, put down anything I want, I mean it is my story, oh well. Wait, I have something, it is what happened today I guess during chorus.

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I walked with my best friend, her name was Aspen Irene Woffe, she was a nice girl, tall for her age, we both were, I was 11 she was 11 turning 12 soon though, she turned 12 before I did, but we both don't care, she is quite taller then me, me being about 5'1, her being 5'6 maybe even 5'7, she has a dirty blonde hair that moves closer to being brown but I still count it was blonde, she is kinda chubby but her tallness makes up for it making her look skinnier, I never think of her all taller then me, just I think of myself as a vary tiny colossal titan.

Surprisingly the bell hadn't rung yet, even though I waited for her at her locker which was wonderfully locker 369, and I was locker 360, only nine lockers away from each other. We had a conversation that I can't quite recall the deatials of, but I was being oddly quiet, normally I am a burring ball of joy, but during English which is the period I have before chorus I was just empty, I couldn't really feel, but I often get that way when I feel like a slump, but oh well, I told Aspen to hurry up before we are late, and luckily we made it into class as soon as the bell rung, her and I have been friends since first grade, I don't quite remember how we met other then I somehow remember see her, but somehow sometimes when I remember it I can see her how she saw it, how she looked at me out of everyone in the room.

Man that reminds me, one of my friends compared me to a shy pony off of a TV show at the time. Anyways besides the point in chorus we were having fun coming up in front of the class doing a solo version of the first verse of the song we're doing for a concert, I chose to shyly raise my hand up, I up two fingers up and had my third one curled down, some friends were telling me to put my arm higher which I didn't even move it much of an inch. The teacher asked if my hand was raised to which I nodded I could already feel how red my face was, I don't like attention, but I felt like stepping out of my comfort zone for once, I got up went to the front of the room and the first time I sung I started to rush to which our teacher, Ms. Erin used me as an example because no one had done what I did when I was neverous which was speed, but she let me sing again my legs were shacking, my body flushing, my eyes glued to my music so I wouldn't have to look up, mainly because a few people I like are in my chorus, boys and girls, well more of boy and girls, people are so damn hot, even for middle schoolers, the boy I like name's Jason, he a blonde boy with blue eyes glasses and he used to always wear a black leather jacket that felt so warm, I used to always have cheeks of rouge around him. It's like, a school girl crush or something, but I often identify myself as a boy, girl, or neither, I mean, I am young but I know how I feel, I like boys and girls, I feel like a boy and a girl!

Jason right now sits in the second row near the door in chorus, he has been going to my school for quite a long time, I started notching my feelings for him in maybe third or second grade, but my one of my friends with I told her told the whole school in less then a day, let us just say I am no longer friends with her. I kind of don't tell any of my friends who I like anymore because of that, not even Aspen. I have quite a few other crushes, but unlike most kids in my grade I haven't quite openly dated someone, I mean I have French kissed a boy before but I think he moved away, I miss him, he was 13 I was 11 he had this kind of short brown hair, he was cute, taller then me but shorter then Aspen, his name was Charlie but I called him Chara, he was so nice, not my first kiss though, first French Kiss though, but still, not the point, I just have a lot of crushes on a lot of people. I am so weird, love is weirder though, and it takes a lot to be weirder then me!