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The Fifth Grade

This was written in the fifth grade, if you couldn't tell via the title. It was one of my first works, as this is pretty much around the time I started writing--pretty much, because I initially started with poetry, and that didn't work well, and now I hate it, so.

Originally, this was about my sister. That's how it began, anyway, because—I hope—I was mad at her about something. I was a terrible person, and I still am for sharing this. But, hey, there's a life story. Another original thing: it was going to be a comic. Yeah. I was working on it with this kid Jack. He would be the illustrator, I would be the author. He never got around to drawing anything...but, clearly, I didn't need him to get my point across.

{I was a hoe for this. I don't regret writing it, and she's fully aware of it's existence. In fact, we often joke around about it. It's funny, and even funnier when you're high. I really tried to maintain it's entire essence, but I feel transferring it to a web document is going to make that difficult. You really need to see it in it's original form—sloppy handwriting, dirty pages, and, yes, lots of stickers—and understand my family's dynamic to truly grasp just how hilarious this piece of literature is. Perhaps I'll upload pictures, if anyone actually cares. }