Fafr's Epic Random Book

HELLO.

I feel like I haven't posted anything happy. It's all rants and depressing poems. So now you will get to read an update on my life :D

(EDIT 7/2/16 Actually I unpublished everything so :P)

I'm really sore all over because I was in the pool twice today and I overexerted myself and ugh •-•

But I'm really excited, because my swimming coach said he liked a story I wrote about swimming and he wants to send it off to Splash Magazine :D If you would like, I can probably put it on here. It would have to be in a couple of different updates because it's 3,000 something words long. If you read Splash Magazine and you see a story titled "Indigo Is A Creative Color" (don't worry Icee, it has absolutely nothing to do with Don at all), it's by meeeeeee :3

On a more...solemn note, I broke up with Caleb yesterday. He was being really rude to people and I didn't like it. I didn't appreciate him thinking we were like high school seniors or something, because he kept sending me Wattpad messages like "Hey wanna go hang out at the park on Thursday?". Besides, Mallory told me that he wants to kiss me, which I found extremely creepy. We are in middle school. Jeez.

Besides, he creased a page in my Edgar Allen Poe book. So he had to go.

It was a bitter breakup. I tried to be as nice and subtle about it, but then he went and spread a bunch of crap about me. He told Dakota I hated her (which I do not, she is a good friend!), and he had the audacity to go and blab to Hunter WHILE I WAS IN EARSHOT.

"She broke up with me because I was annoying-"

Bish I can hear you.

Anyways :3 I'm having the same old stupid conversations with my friends.

Mallory: "Where's the beeedddddd?"

Me: "They were lazy and flopped on the floor and started screwing each other."
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Kayleen: "I'm going to kick your butt!"

Me: "No, I'm going to kick YOUR butt!"

*after the race*

Me: "Yeah, you kicked my butt."
***
Me: "That cookie tastes like fish!"

Skylar: "Can I try?"

Hilda: "Hey, my cooking does not-"

Me: "Take it!"

Skylar: "No, I wanted to see if it really does taste like fish."

Hilda: "I can hear you."
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Ayla: "What's that?"

Me: "It's a magical thing called a shammy. Also known as a swimmer's best friend."

As you can hopefully tell, I am not normal whatsoever.