Unprofessional Blogger

Chapter 2

Blog post:
"I am also "that" guy who tried playing a sport freshman year, then felt like the runt of the team. No one would ever pass the ball to me, or would try to avoid it. I played boys volleyball freshman year, I felt like it was going to be an easy sport, it wasn't. Some people look cool while serving a ball, me, I just looked awkward. I never did talk. My friend "Scott" played too, but he just fit right in, I felt as if I was the D.U.F.F. That may of been because I've been called that before. I have a flashback from when I did, freshman year.

"Watch out you duff." A varsity player said to me. "Excuse me?" I ask, "you are a duff, d-u-f-f, designated ugly fat friend, don't worry it doesn't mean your fat or ugly, but in my defense you are ugly, next time watch out where you are going" he says.

Flashback over.

Yeah, freshman year was a dark time, one that I try to block out but somehow it always comes up in conversation."

That's were I end my day 2 blog post. I hear a knock at my bedroom door, it's Scott and Meg, the only friends I need in my life.

"So how is it going Mr. blogger?" Meg asks, "shut up" I say then roll my eyes. "Come on, let me read it" Scott says, "um no, no way, not in a million years" I say, "don't be offended, he doesn't want us reading his diary" Meg says, "it's not a diary." I say, "then let us read it" he says, I shake my head, "then it's a diary" she replied. I roll my eyes once again. "Why did you put it on private? I tried reading it off my phone and I won't show up" he says, "I put it on private because I got a comment, and I'm pretty sure it was a person from our school" I say. After they leave I decide to just sleep, the only thing in my life that isn't stressful and something that doesn't make me think, mainly.

What did you all think?
-TheBoyOnline
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