Chapter 4

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It actually love to walk home it gives me time to plan and think. I love to think I, that is why I'm so deep. I love poetry, it is beautiful because it has meaning and thought. Sometimes I don't think because the evil part of my brain takes over. You know, the part that says evil things about yourself that you wish you never hear. It makes me depressed, well I have been depressed for a while that's why I write poetry. It's like a journal it just has to be in poem form. As I walk home I think of one of my favorite sayings, a book shows who you are. I like to think about that because I don't really understand it. If I wanted to find out who I was I would have one of those stupid journals. Every girl at my school carries one around like it is their baby. I would rather just write about something fictional and fun other than a boring life. When I'm almost home I get my book bag of my shoulder and put it in my hands so it will be easier to get my key out. I finally reach home not even a little tired and I open my door. No one gets home for another hour so I go to the fridge and get something to eat. Then I plop my butt on the couch and turn on the TV. There's never anything to watch when I get home. I don't want to do my homework because it is too confusing. I love science but I always do terribly. I'm a math genius for some reason and I never have math homework. I always have science and literature, I hate literature when we have to read boring books that the teachers pick. Even though I would rather eat a whole tube of toothpaste I have decided that doing my homework is important.

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