If someone asked me if I could think of a worse way to start off my day, they'd be sitting there for about.. Oh, I don't know, 3 hours give or take. I can't think of a better way to make me want to fall out of my chair and fake a concussion for half the day so I miss English. For me it's just one of those classes where it's physically painful to sit in a chair and listen to some chum talk about the correct ways to punctuate an independent clause or how to fix a fragment for fifty minutes of my life, five days a week, almost every week. The plastic navy blue chair was making my b
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And so sky turns yellow
Teen FictionBased on the title, I know or at least I'm going to assume that you think this is a touching, romantic story about beautiful life lessons and aesthetically pleasing people. Well, sorry to burst your bubble buddyroo but it's actually the story of my...