Now, this story is pretty much my life. Or at least so far. Now I hope you like it. It's a story about my hopes for the future.
My best friend are _____ and _______. I can't live without them. I'm a kid with some serious socializing problems. Well in the end I guess they are the only friend a I've ever had, in my entire life, that actually care for me! I'm too geeky, I'm too mean, I'm too blablablablabla; well that's to everyone else. I don't know why but _____ and ______, I know they care for me. That's something that is one of the greatest gifts a guy can get. Well yeah, let's begin.
I grew up as a teacher's pet and had jerks for classmates. I met my two friends who wish to stay anonymous in preK 4. I was pretty happy, I guess. Then 1st grade happened. I met _____. Now I'm gonna tell you something, she was my real friend. You know it was a pretty crappy time of my life. I was bullied, period. Mostly because of being teachers pet or tattle tailing. But you know it was okay because I had _____ with me. I could actually talk to someone and they wouldn't tell the next person everything.
It was like that till 1st day of 2nd period, 4th grade. That day was one of the best day of my life. That was the day I met _______. Now it was funny. She was changed to our school on a random day. I saw these girls crowd around something. Then I'm like: is it a bug again? Grow up. Then I saw her. I choked because I just realized I called her a bug. Yeah. Not the best start to one of the best friendships of your life.
So yeah. She called me Bogtrotter, the fat kid in Matilda, for a while and we were even.
So yeah. ____ and ________ became best friends and so as soon as possible we were a small little trio. the Trio. That was the name we used for a little. Then they join it. About 3 other girls joined the group and I ended up being the only boy. 5 grade was fun, yet I honestly missed 4th grade when it was just me, _______, and _____! Now it was me, _____, and her in between, and _____, behind of her, and this other girl in front of me. You get it. 5th grade sucked. I got so tired of being shut up, I left. I went to another group. At the time there were 3: the jocks, the trio, the girls. Yeah. I was stuck with the jocks. I didn't fit in. I decided to leave yet again. I spent the last trimester with the trio.
Then life happens. And now
I'm stuck knowing I'll be leaving next year.
