Broken Arm And Friendship

Heyo!

                                       

Hi! My name is Lissa Fareen, Pronounced like fairy but with "een" at the end.

I am 12 (turning thirteen soon) and in sixth grade. I'm not shy. Nor am I popular. I'm a nerd. I love learning, and im kind. I'm type of person who's name is "out there" but not the popular type. My little brother's name is Keen, he is 9, I also have a big sister, her name is Sarahcaiea, but is mostly (well 99.99% of the time!) called Sarah, she is 16. My mom's name is Noel, and my dad's name is- well to tell you the truth, I don't have one! My parents got divorced when I was 5, and Keen was in my mom's Belly, and Sarah (cant forget her) she was 9.

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Lockers. UGHHHHHHHHHH!! They are so hard to open! I was trying to open my locker when Izzy walked over and hit me, on accident. "OMG LISSA!!!" Lizzy practically screamed. "OMG HI!" We were kind of, jump hugging I guess? "Here let me help with the locker." she opened the locker, and yes we knew each other's codes because we are besties! Ringggggg

"Time for Science!" I jumped happily, it was my favorite subject. "Let's go!" Izzy said.