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School, the scariest word in the world. As I closed my locker and walked to my cel- I mean homeroom, I hummed along to a melody I just couldn't put my finger on. Settling down in my desk and placing my bag next to it, I just scribbled illegibly on a page in my notebook. When I looked down I realize it was the song I had been humming. Great. Now it's stuck in my head again. After taking attendants we were free to go to first period. So I grab my bag and skip, yes skip, along to the song towards my AP calculus class.
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"And it's the haaaard way, but it's riiight way." I'm in a good mood and I have no idea why. Heck all I'm doing is walking home. For fun. "Got it. It's the hard way. But it's the right way. To break in a a glove!"
I feel like baking too. Hmmm, pancakes. (Yes I actually will write what you ask of me) Taking a short detour to the store to get the mix, eggs, milk, and small bit of vegetable oil, caused me to realize how pretty the sky looked as I went to open the apartment door. It had been getting darker faster and even though it was only 5:30, the sun was at a beautiful hue between red, orange, and pink. I went inside and set the bag down. Heading back out I just sat down on the steps and admired it. It reminded me of The Outsiders and how even the most tuff people had a side to them that just sat down and watched sunsets. Ryan pops into my head. Did he watch sunsets? Did he wish everything would just be normal and not so crazy? I guess I'll never know since I'm not him. I shower and by I'm done it's six. I do my homework, braid my hair, and lay down. Its 9:00. I fall asleep. The pancake mix still on the counter, unnoticed and forgotten.
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