Class was okay. But screw that! What really matters is afterschool.
Okay, so I didn't know where to meet up, and I'm alone, so its even worse. I circle around the inside of the campus twice until i see the coach. Turns out practice starts in a few, but i just got there so i don't have a group which i can run with. Luckily, there's like 3 other girls who don't have a group yet, so i get to stick with them.
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Non-FictionThe on again, off again story of my life. This time though, I'll be taking on all 4 years of high school. The last stop before adulthood. Ready or not, it's a comin'
