My Name is Amy, Amy Sandmann and I am from a small town in the south of the United States called Groveport. Sometimes I wished my life was different, that I was different but then again... if I'm honest with myself I have to say that I like it here. Yes, some of the people are annoying assholes that get on my nerves and make my life a living hell. I'd be glad if they... no, not die. That would be mean. I wished they would fall into a deep earth hole and would stay there till the rest of my life. Or they would just move, I guess that's a friendlier solution.
But there are actually also some people, that make my life worth living. Like my best Friend Tina who always laughs about my jokes, even the bad ones. Okay, I admit it: all my jokes are bad, but that's not the point here. Or my mum, who is sometimes, well, let's call it complicated. Nevertheless, she makes amazing food and gives the best hugs ever.
Anyways, you're probably asking yourself two questions: " why is she telling me all this stuff?" and "why am I even listening to it?" I can answer both of them. I'm telling you all this stuff, because some things need to be told. I soon get to my point, I promise. And also: you're not listening, you're reading, there's an important difference; reading goes faster.
It all begann on a Monday morning. Okay, that's not exactly true: everything in the sense of my existence began on April 12th 2002 and Everything, everything began with the Big Bang billions of years ago, but the thing I want to talk about began on a Monday morning.
Everyone in school was In a bad mood, because, you guessed it right, it was a Monday morning, so who wouldn't be in a bad mood? Actually, I wasn't, because on the Busride to school I heard the new album of my favourite band. And now I was really happy and existed and optimistic about the following hours. I happily waddled through the corridors of Groveport High, summing the rhythm of the song I heard minutes ago. How was it called again? Me and my two brain cells couldn't remember, which bordered me. I took my IPhone and looked it up.
" Where the f are you, the lesson has already began???", popped up on my screen. It was a message from Tina. Yes, it was true: I was late too class, because I had lost a book i currently read and assumed that it would be in the corner i always sat with Tina in Breack. But it wasn't there, so I looked literally everywhere until I finally found it under a bench outside. Another reason to be happy today. And also I was never ever on time, so the teachers were probably used to it already...
" On my way. Don't be stressed out by me always being late. That's always the.."
case... I wanted to write, but I was interrupted... by something hard in front of me. And because I was my clumsy me, I ran right into it.
I fell to the ground, still in shock and worried about my head. Not that my head got any physical damage from this fall, nono. I was worried about my deadly stupidity. I mean... how could I run into a freaking wall? Again? Just last Friday exactly this had happened. I must have a brain tumor, or just a very low IQ. Thanks, mum and dad for your genes.
Still stunned by my idiocy I looked up...
And realised that the hard thing was actually the chest of a very pissed Blake Tomlinson. Crap.
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AIR - Breathing for you
Humor"Anyways, you're probably asking yourself two questions: " why is she telling me all this stuff?" and "why am I even listening to it?" I can answer both of them. I'm telling you all this stuff, because some things need to be told. " Join Amy Sandman...
