Love Is Just Another Four Letter Word

Guess you are

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   Slowly creeping off my bed at six  on a monday morning trying to compose myself to accept school was just about to begin. Freshman year, first year of high school,excited to meet new people and see my friends. I knew this year would be practical. Each year is the same, you wake up,go to school,learn some stuff,go home,do homework,sleep and repeat. So why even go? Each year I say the same thing and each year, I just never do what I want.

I thinks that's just me tho. I can't really help but think why we are forced to go anywhere we don't want to. Is it truly necessary? That is my biggest doubt. Besides the point, I was finally able to get ready and bear with the fact. Mom had left to work and my little brother had already gone to school. So I wasn't long for staying in the kitchen. I just took my books and left.

  School. Its a five minute walk from my house to the school. The odor of that high school, it was completely filled with just pure failure. Pure hate and pure falseness. I couldn't handle it but I had to, it was either this or in the hospital trying to bear with everything.

School bells ring,and I rush into the class,I see one of my friends and instantly we fall in pure bliss and comfort. Yes, I will spare you details the classes. I'm not exactly one to fall in love with those daily routines of class, and study. I guess I outgrew all of that. I guess its overrated.

My friend flicks a paper towards my desk, I was sure of what is what going to say. He never says anything more. The paper itself read "I missed you shorty crumpling". Each year he wrote the same exact thing. It became a tradition which would end in us both in detention which spared us some time from anything like homework.

The only thing about school I liked. The little space in a small confined classroom with a few strangers and my friend. Huh, what else could a girl ask for. My friend decided that it would be fun to yell out how great his head felt now that he was in a quiet environment. He looked at me straight and said something in the lines about how crazy he was. All I could think was the words"Guess you are." We have a rare love. Not many people have that. But that's what makes us the weird friends we are. There's not much to say. Goodnight diary. I'll speak soon.