::ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴄᴋʏ ʟɪғᴇ-ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴘ

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  "Sᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ when it's all over. When I'm wiser and I'm older! All this time I've been finding myself, and I, didn't know I was—" My hand must have instinctively hit the alarm when I was awakened. It happens. A lot. But that doesn't matter, does it? But my alarm is awesome. I love that song.

  But let me introduce myself. My name's Kazi, and I like ice cream. Whoa, what does that have to do with anything? Oh, right, I was getting ready for school. Then my mom called upstairs. "Honey, are you ready? We have to leave now!"

  I glaced at my clock. 8:05am. Well, this sucks. I got dressed in what I'm wearing now—an aqua blue jacket over a dress whith the top half black and the bottom half was purple-pinkish fluff. There was a cami and shorts underneath it, because I was going to throw a tee-shirt on after the whole picture day. My mom told me I had to wear the dress, and . . . yeah. That's it.

  But I ran down stairs and grabbed my phone off of the charger. I heard my mom rushing me on, she seemed to really want me out of the house. So I shoved my lunch—which I never eat at lunch—in my book bag and carried my binder and my book. "Go on! The bus arrives in any minute! "

  "Kay!" I grabbed a frozen waffle from the fridge and ran to the bus stop. Figures, since I am at my fifth home. Not like "I own five houses!" More along the lines of "I've been kicked out of 4 different foster homes and am at the fifth one." Since my alarm went off at 8 instead of 7 in the morning, I got pranked by my step-brother. Oh gosh, how I hate him. He once sprayed a whole can of whipped cream on my bed when I was asleep, and made others think it was my fault.

  But, up to right now, I'm riding the bus. MY LIFE SUCKS! OK, that was awkward. Well, it is my journal after all . . . if you count taking it from a department store. So, let me make a list of the normalities (is that a word?) for my own sake.

  The kids on my bus are crazy ✓

  The bus driver is lazy ✓

  My life sucks (as of now) ✓

  I sound like a complaining a-hole ✓ 

  Yep, everything in in check. Crap . . . I'm forgetting something . . . oh yeah! We have a field trip today! Yay! So much fun with a bunch of troubled kids! *COUGH* sarcasm *COUGH*

  Well, I'm at school now. I'll write more about myself when we get on the charter bus!

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  When I got off of the bus, I got told that we were leaving to D.C. in about an hour. So I took my seat, and patiently waited for the bell to ring.

  My only friend in this class, August, wasn't here today, because she wasn't coming to D.C. with us. So class sucked, and the teacher started calling names. When she got to my name, Kazi Janet, I had to get up and walk in the line on the way to pictures. Just to mention, as an afternote, sucked.

  But then we had to get our things together and on the bus. I'll just already predict, my bus ride is going suck. 5 or 6 hours in a bus with the idiots of the year! Isn't that great? Well, talk more—more like write more—later! 

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  Oh, oh. Oh gosh! Get yo hands away from me! OH GOSH! A-hem. Exuse me for that, if this ANNOYING JERK WOULD STOP PULLING MY HAIR THAT'D BE GREAT! OK, sorry. Oh, there's a hole in the paper now. Haha, oops. I'll just write arround it.

  How much would you hate me if I did another check list? A lot? That's to bad. Oh fine. But the teacher glared at me. Again. And I did nothing! And I—suprisingly—didn't even talk back! And she was glaring at me. Ha, the bit—bish. Dang it, why do I have to have no friends? I mean, yeah, I have one, but she's absent. So life sucks. You know, since there's nothing to write about, I'm going to put this journal up before Zach—my step-brother—can get it.

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  Oh my fudging—oh my fudging—oh my fudging—save me now. I'm, I'm dreaming. No—I have to be dreaming. Oh, oh gosh. That's it. I'VE GONE MENTAL. GO AHEAD. CALL THE MENTAL HOSPITAL.

  Oh. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? I'll just write down what happened.

  So we got off of the bus—we were visiting D.C.—and the weirdest thing happened. So I was found one of my other friends, Zoe, and we started talking. I told her about what happened this morning. She said, "You know what?"

 I replied, "That my brother's an idiot?"

  "Well, that's true. But we're staying here for three days!" She sounded really happy, and I was really happy. Because we got to choose our room mates, and Zoe's mom was coming as our chaperone. So we were going to have a great time. If my brother—I mean enemy—wasn't coming. But no, he has to come and ruin it all.

  He interrupted our conversation by saying something along the lines of, "Oh my gosh! Did you see that girl? like, OMG! I'm so psyched!" in a really mocking tone. 

  "Oh, put a sock in it Zach," one of his friends said. I was actually impressed, except after he said, "These babies can't handle the pressure."

  "Um . . . what pressure?" I asked. "To—to what? Go up to some random guy and say 'Oh I'm so cool, you must love me, or else I'll kill you.'? Yeah, that takes so much guts, Zach."

  Now him and his friends have open mouths. "What make you think you can talk about me like that? Above all others, why me? Are you just scared? That's what I think scared people do," Zach says, still filled with shock that I said that about him.

  Zoe talked up then. "Oh, Zach. Before you leave us alone, tell your friends over there to shut their mouths. I bet a bird could nest there if it was that desparate." Then we walked away.

  After we got a good distance away from Zach and his "gang," we started talking again, about the usual crap in our lives. At least nothing could get worse than the usual crap. Or, I'd hope not . . . cause that would suck.

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Love and unicorns,

Kazi

P.S. If there's any errors, please tell me nicely. Thank you.

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