Flashback: 6th Grade, ELA
I looked down, and read the note Stressball had sent me.
Her: I have Skiam news!
Me: WHAAAAAAAAAT???????!!!!!!!! :D
Her: Liam found out that I talk to boys in school.
Me: Oh, yes! :D. What was his reaction?
Her: He just flipped out! He said that he's going to find out the school I'm going to and kill all of them.
Me: Lol. Tell me more after class! I wanna try to finish this page.
Her: Ok. Recess?
Me: Yup. Under the shade.
Her: Alrite, Seo!
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It was 12:00 AM. I was underneath my blanket, my pillow pushed upwards, and myself sitting up, texting. It was hard for me to sleep, with the flashbacks of last year going through my mind. So I had texted Stressball, remembering she pretty much never went to sleep, and we had started a huge conversation. Right now, we were up to 306 texts. The highest we had ever texted was 643 texts in one conversation, so this was really nothing.
TEXTS:
Me: The first day of school was alrite. Ofc, me being alone and everything didn't help, but whatever. You?
Her: Mine starts a week later. Was it that bad?
Me: Nope, but I can't wait for the "blood, sweat, and tears" to happen.
Her: I feel bad that I left. But I had too, with Alice getting bullied and all....
Me: Ik. Don't feel bad, everything happens for a reason :P. Also, how's Alice?
Her: She's doing great.
Me: Any Skiam news?
Her: Yep....
Me: What? Is it bad?
Her: Noooo... it's just that Liam is coming to the school I'm in, and so is Matthew!
Me: OMERIGAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, HOLY SHEEEEEEEEEP. ISN'T MATTHEW YOUR EX-BF AND LIAM'S OLD BEST FRIEND?
Her: Yep.
Me: This is terrible and good news at the same time.
Her: Yea, I mean I'm really looking foward to seeing them again b
Her: Gtg, so sorry, Seo!
Me: Gbye!
I lay down and closed my eyes, trying to push the memories away. I could see Lulu, Lilly, and Stressball and I sitting down at the lunch table, even though I didn't want to. I tried to dream the dream I had kept a secret to myself since pre-k, the dream of being a famous artist. It used to be me standing on a stage, dressed in a chic leather jacket, ripped jeans, gold bracelet and necklace dangling, cute shirt, showing off my art and winning a huge trophy. Now it was me in a sunny studio, comfortable clothes on, bent over a desk littered with paper, pencils, paint, crayons, oil pastels. Things change... I thought to myself. Not just dreams, lives. And I have to change with them. The past can't stay forever.... I drifted to sleep, pillow wet with tears.
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As readers like to know how people look, I think I'll take this quiet night as a time to describe the people in this book. I'm a tall girl with short, curly hair. My height was way above average, so I get uncomfortable whenever people ask me what my grade is. When I say it, they're like "WHHHHHAAAAATTTT?!? Were you held back? How are you not in high school? You're lying."
Joanna is a short, under average, girl with long stringy brown hair. She thinks she looks ugly but she honestly doesn't. Joanna and I, as I said, were BFFS in third grade, and she and I both had diaries. She had had a crush on a boy named Alex then, and ever since the day she told me she did I've teased her about it, even now. She is bi romantic, but only a few people knew in our school.
Speaking of Alex, let's describe him. He's a rather pale, normal height boy with baby blue eyes and whitish, yellowish, hair. He was nice, but I always thought he was a little annoying. Alex loved dogs, and was, in my opinion, overly active. Seriously.
Megan is also a short girl like Joanna, only she had short blonde hair. It was always perfectly cut, never long. She has blue rectangle glasses, and has A+ grades. Always. She is part of a bunch of after school clubs, has had every single boy in the class have a crush on her AT LEAST once, and defiantly had a crush on a couple of them.
Teresa is a tall girl like me, with long blonde hair, purple rectangle glasses, and wasn't exactly the brightest. She's considered to be annoying by the boys, but she's just full of fun. Teresa hadn't spoken to me until three years after I came to the school because, she said, she was jealous of me being taller then her. People thought we hated each other, but the truth was she never talked to me. Once she did, she thought "You know, this girl isn't as bad as I thought..." and from that day on we became great friends.
And so, here are some people in the book, and what they look like, and how they act.
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