My Story

The Beginning

Uhhhhhhhh, so . . . . . . Do we bring our backpacks into the classroom, or put our backpacks in our lockers? I thought, as i stood awkwardly in front of my locker, looking around hopefully as if the answer were going pop out of nowhere, but sadly . . . No. I saw a sort of cutish guy that had fuckboy written all over him standing and doing something in front of the locker next to mine. Awww shit, i gotta deal with fuckboy mcgee all year. Why is fate so cruel??? I inwardly screamed at the heavens like the good little church girl i was. Pfft, yeah right. The only reason i would go to church is to do my homework because my mom didnt trust me. Okay, so im sarcastic. We get that, now can we please get back to story here? Fine, fine, ms. Bossy pants. Please tell me you arent my teacher!!!!!?? Uhhhhh, im the author silly. And im YOU, so shut your mouth, okay? I already said fine, your just pushing it, trying to act tough in front of them *gestures to empty crowd without breacking eye contact*. Who? The empty audience? Cuz i dont know about you, but it sorta kinda seems that they arent really here for me to act tough in front of them. So, are we done? Sure, fine, lets do this shit! My god, you're a child. Hmmph. I give up, lets do this. Anyway, i guess i have to ask the fuckboy what to do.

"Uhhh, hey. So, do we being our backpacks in, or no?" I asked him, not wanting to really talk to him.

"We bring our backpacks in." He said in a voice that sounded just like all fuckboys sound like. Fuckboy-ish. Okay, sorry, i know, not the smartest thing to say, but hey! Its true. Okay, so here we go. You can do this, you can do this. Come on already!! We were already here for a year, after this one we are completely done with this school!! You have Riley, Averie, and Marissa in your class, so you wont be alone. And you're bound to make some friends besides the ones you already have. You're good, you're great, and you are definitely going to have fun this year! So cheer up, put on a smile and walk right in!! I opened the door and . . . . UNTIL NEXT TIME MY FRIENDS (I KNOW IM EVIL, I KNOW. AND IM GLAD YOU THINK SO, JUST DONT KILL ME IF YOU'RE REAL AND LIKE THIS BOOK. CUZ IF YOU KILL ME THEN THE BOOK WONT BE CONTINUED, SO YEA, DONT KILL ME.)