10:15 am
Art class, out of all the classes is the one I'm going to fail. All I do is sit at my table and draw cartoons in my sketchbook. Sure, I've done maybe two or three assignments. But I sit there and enjoy myself doing my own art. I like art just not art classes.
My plan is that I'll come in after school or during lunch and flip through a few sketchbooks. Showing her that I actually do art but not the kind she's teaching. She's not a good teacher.
12:36 pm
I'm sitting in the driver's seat of my mom's 2003 Subaru. Waiting For her to come bac from inside the clubhouse. She is checking to see where my team is. I suggested we poke around a bit but sh didn't listen.
12:55 pm
I drove with Mom for the first time. Stressed.
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A messed up teenage diary
Non-FictionEver since I was young, just about everything was difficult for me. Now, I'm 16. Not much has changed. Join me in my attempt to make it through my high school life with 7 mental disorders and a dark past.
