Thursday, September 13th,
Summer invited me over to sleepover tomorrow! And my parents said I could not only sleepover at Summer's house tomorrow, but at Mary's on the night of the dance!
Well, I wore a new outfit today, it was a lace dress, that was shorter in the front then in the back, totally see through. With tights and a tank under of course. But today was the first day of girls soccer, I thought it was just a sign up, guess its a good thing I brought a t-shirt to wear! But I had to wear my indoor shoes outside. Blah, I hate to do that, they are indoor shoes for a reason!!!!!!!!
Well after school I had Vocal Training, awesome, lots of singing, and, we are starting to work on songs again!
So anyways, did I tell you that there is now 7 grade 8 kids on my bus? Yeah, and only 2 of them are girls, there's me, Summer, then Charlie F, Evan K and Ian that were on our bus last year. But then there is Cameron, and Korey! Cameron took my hair clip.... 3 flipping times!!!! His hair is long, like to his chin, so I can see why he may need it, but seriously!!!! My hair clip! Not his, mine!
And Korey.... I tend to call him Drako or Malfoy, (for those of you who aren't Harry Potter fans, Drako Malfoy has platinum blond hair and is evil). Cough, Korey isn't evil... I think. But he does have the same hair colour, I am kind of jealous that Jenna is in his class. If only he weren't so short... or maybe it's that I'm to tall. Oh well, there are a number of things I pride myself on being, and being one of the tallest girls at our school, is one of them!
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Sorry if you were hoping for a longer chapter, I hate it when I have to update late, because then I forget facts. Sniffle, I promise... I will try to do better, that's what weekends are for right? Relaxing and writing on Wattpad...
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My Grade 8 Drama
Non-FictionMy days are dull, filled with my longing for school. Yeah, I know, not the funnest subject, school, insert gagging sound here. But that's not me, I love, love, love, LOVE school. Follow me in my grade 8 year, there is a 90 percent chance of days fil...
