Hey! Sorry for not writing for a while, I was a little busy, with some stuff, but I'm back!!!
So, my life's a mess, but I'm okay...I guess...
One day I was playing with a friend something called Nervous? Or Firetruck. Where you touch the leg of the other person and start going up to his/her intimate parts until they say STOP! Or REDLIGHT! (Most of the time everyone yells). So I was playing with..let's call him Jack, I was playing with Jack and he went to my boobs and I wasn't nervous at all. Then it was my turn, I went for his dick, I got there and he got nervous some amount of times, but it was fun, but oh problem! He has a girlfriend. She called me slut behind my back with a new best friend of mine...that's another story for another time...or maybe this chapter, idk (I'm trying to make this chapter longer)
And he is like idc, because he's my guy best friend from my grade, but I got mad with my guy best friend, so he's now my best friend.
Why am I mad at him you ask?
He told another guy that we played Nervous, and now, well they did before, everyone thinks I'm a slut, but idrc, if anyone says that on my face, I will raise my middle finger and walk away.
Tomorrow, at school, we will do a "festival" where there will be a play (Grease) and all high school (from 7th-9th grade) will dance "You're the One That I Want" and then all school will sing "We Go Together", then I will make plans with, let's call her Mali, my new best friend, we will probably go to one of us house and watch Netflix.
On the next chapter I will tell you the story about Mali.
See ya later!!! Try and stay happy!
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Broken But Not Broken (COMPLETE)
Non-FictionOk, so everything that you read actually happened, so if you want to keep reading its your choice, WARNING: Sometimes I feel that my depression doesn't make sense, please, if you relate to this story, or you start feeling worse STOP READING! UPDA...
