Today was a rather normal day. North, Bree, Derek and I had a very competitive nerf gun war. Well...I was competitive. Then, when I won, Alfred declared a rematch so we had a duel. I shot him right on the forehead, so I won.
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Derek and Bree had been betting on us. Derek won, which meant Bree was against me. I will get her back later. Derek had a right mindset, though.
On another note, I need to eventually ask Gilbert for advice, as much as I will loathe doing so. How does he survive not being a country any longer? Sure, I've been disbanded longer than he has, but still. Somehow he seems plenty healthy. I've recently not been able to get sleep, plagued with nightmares of disappearing. How embarrassing...
I'm not telling anyone but him. If anyone, he can help me survive. Otherwise, I'm not sure I'll last much longer.
Today I got plenty of homework. I swear, language arts is terrible. Not that I hate the teacher. Isn't he North's friend? In fact, I've been wanting to meet him and his friends for some time now. Maybe I could try again.
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Amara's Diary
LosoweDon't expect this to be filled with a giggling girl talking about crushes. Or rather, like Prussia's diary. Property of Amara F. Jones.
