I've decided to not be a complete and utter failure of a writer and continue my shitty book, which I have revised very quickly. As always I will be writing about nothing to no one, but ye.
Throughout the summer I went to a really ghetto summer camp and it was actually very fun. I met a lot of good people there who I actually hope I stay in contact with.
I did cheerleading for the first time in my life, where I realized I was fatter than I though I was because no one could lift me, even with four whole people under me I couldn't be lifted. That sucks. Anyways, that was great. People fell. There were roaches in the school, specifically in the closet the gymnastic mat we practiced on was in. That was fun.
Other than that we had dance, which I was in no way good at. We danced to a lot of old songs. There was this one dude who could dance EXACTLY like Michael Jackson. I was in awe.
We also had art, which I actually enjoyed, not that I was amazing at that either.
Other than that it was just a group of kids being cracky.
We were split up by grade, K-1st, 2nd-3rd, 4th-5th, 6th, 7th-9th.
But ye it was great
Bai frens. Love ya. If you are reading I cannot express my gratitude enough. Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
I Honestly Don't Know
AcakI was (somewhat) forced by my friends to write a "story". I don't know what it will entail as of yet, but we'll find out together! The title of the book itself makes this blatantly obvious though. But anyways. Lets start a "book".
