As soon as school was over I headed over to the locker room after reading my letter that I got I ripped it to shreds and threw it away. My mom had arranged for me to go to my friends birthday party that Friday so her mom picked us and a few friends up from school that day. And what a shocker. THEY ALL MADE THE TEAM. In my mind I was like it's ok , they can't see you cry. My friend's mom noticed the sad look on my face and said..." Oh Chelsea, are you ok?" When I nodded she knew that something was wrong. So she asked, " So let me guess you didn't make the volleyball team and all of the other girls did and you feel like the world hates you ?"
I guess I looked shocked because she replied.
" Chelsea I have 4 daughters I know everything . Besides those coaches lost their best player."
Well that cheered me up.NOT!!!
After standing in that awkward position for a good five minutes and and epic staring contest we decided to walk inside the store so that she can buy some paper towels and soda for me an the girls. after that we were all on our way to my friend Rylee's house, but my belly rumbled. So we decided to head over to P Terry 's to order chicken, burgers ,and fries. we all ordered and relaxed and talked about people we liked and hated. I have to say I did enjoy talking about how all the eighth grade boys were HOTT!!!!! Then one of my eighth grade crushes walked in . I literally DIED!!!! I got up and ran. Seriously everyone caught onto my drift. I was in serious deep shit. I ran and ran I ended up running into him. OM fucking G!!!!!! I just sat there in shock. But what surprised me was that fact that he spoke.
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Non-FictionChelsea just went from bad to good in less then two days. It's her 7th grade year and she is just waiting for summer it start. Follow her as she meets new friends and teachers.
