ON my way to class on Tuesday, directly following the events described in the previous chapter, I was just chilling (not really. still freaking out and having an existential crisis) and listening to Hamilton. (My last name is Hamilton, btw)
I had only listened to the first half before this, so it's my first time hearing this song, right? (It's the one where Phillip gets shot and ughhhhhhhh oml help)
I was listening away, and I was perfectly fine, and then I got to that song and I just started bawling my eyes out.
In the car.
On the way to school.
Ruining my makeup.
Help me.
I stopped the song halfway through, but still, when I got to class I was an emotional wreck.
Alright, now the real story begins.
We had been assigned a persuasive essay, and I was really proud of mine. Really, really proud XD.
ON the way there, I discovered that I only had the first two pages of my essay, and was missing the last one. This only added to my distress. Ohh, I was such a mess that morning.
We all have to read our essays in class, (there's only eight of us, chill).
Before it was my turn I told the teacher that I only had the first two pages.
She told me to look through my backpack one more time, so even though I knew I wouldn't find anything, I looked one last time.
Guess what.
I found it.
My teacher is magical.
I was so happy and excited and so stressed all at once that I started laughing. Dying, more accurately.
I laughed so hard I was crying.
Crying.
It was really fun.
tEaRs and pHiLLIP,
~~~~hyStErIcaL~~~~
