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Hey, I'm super sorry for the late update. I've been busy and my real-life sister (story version Helena) keeps claiming she has homework when she's really just playing computer games. Also, I'm going to change the main character's name to Pearl because I'm super annoyed that I can't spell Renee in Wattpad like it should be spelled (to my knowledge). I will be editing, so yay.

Song choice: "Pretty Girl" by Maggie Lindemann. There is some cursing, just be aware.

The Monday after my birthday, I was waiting at my front door with one medium black suitcase and a black with white polka dotted cloth bag slung over my shoulder. Heather would be picking me up any second now. She had a tendency to be a minute or so late, so I wasn't worried.

Finally a black car stopped in front of the mailbox. I yanked the suitcase out of the doorway and pulled it down the driveway. Or tried to. The handle came out before I'd made it past Mom's silver minivan. This was going to be annoying.

Ten minutes later, I was all packed into the car and we were driving to Ocean View, New Jersey. Heather's two dogs, Toby, a nine year old golden retriever, and Baxter, a two year old yellow lab, were riding in the back. While Toby tried to rest, Baxter kept barking in my ear. It's not much different than my own house, so I made do.

Three hours later, Mrs. Kinnettor, Heather's mom, parked outside a trailer, that was actually bigger than I imagined. The front room was a little living room with a T.V. There was a kitchen with a bedroom next to it. Two bunk beds rested outside a bathroom. I didn't mind how small it was.

Once we'd all unpacked, I found I tug toy and immediately started tugging with Baxter, who was a little too excited.

"Typical Pearl," Heather laughed. "Playing with Baxter."

I never had actually met Heather's dogs, but Baxter seemed to be looking to play with someone, so I played with him.

I don't want to get very far into this vacation, but the main things were: pool, arcade, mini golf, the beach, Toby having diarrhea, Baxter throwing up, Toby and Baxter in my bunk, and candy cigarettes. Lots of candy cigarettes. (Better known as "sugar sticks", don't worry, I didn't actually smoke)

I tried to stay with Heather for the next week, but Mom had set up the appointment to try on the brace for the Friday we'd be leaving. I just went with it; it would be better for me in the long run.



Hey, so this is my last week of school! So now I will be updating more often, starting Monday.

I think that this story might be more the drama of seventh grade life, but the physical and emotional effects will still have their way.

So, I have this field trip to this lake (location is classified for privacy). And I'm super insecure because I have this little tiny bit of belly fat and I have these little pricklies on my leg from shaving (welcome to my world everyone). I'm super self-conscious about everything so, here's hoping I don't forget anything and I don't have one of my usual mental breakdowns (haha, I love presenting my trash declaration in Social Studies that I got 100 on somehow).

So, I'm actually going to be writing a story with my friend Sparsely_U-S-O-N that's either completely fantasy or fact (she's basically telling me what to write through her knowledge). It's about a rock named Timyk (THE "K" IS SILENT). I'm going to just have fun with it.

See you all (hopefully) on Thursday or Friday!

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