It is afterschool and it is time to go home. I hate going home. The only thing I get home to is an empty house. It is really boring. I spend most of my time on the computer or my phone. I dislike being an only child. Having no one to talk to nor mess around with. But it is what it is. I throw my backpack to the floor besides my bed. I'll do my homework next week. I have no hurry anyways, the teachers by now should be used to me turning in my homework late.
I go online to check my accounts. Twitter, Insta, and Vine. I have my laughs on Vine watching lots of them,. One of my favourites is WeeklyChris. He is halarious and adorable. Sometimes I even find thinking to myself I'm such a creep. I chuckle and talk to myself. I'm really weird.
While wasting my time on media I also reply to some texts from my friends. We have made plans to this massive party that is happening on Saturday. I am really excited. It is Tray's Birthday Bash. He is a junior in my high school. Also a football player, which is one of the reasons he is so popular. I went to the party last year when I was a freshmen and it was amazing. It was really fun and I met a lot of guys. I can't wait for this weekend.
What wil I wear? What time should leave? What time should I come home? Most importantly, what lie should I tell my father? He defenitalet won't let me go to this party. I probably should just use the same strategy as last year. Sleepover. Always a charm.
But I will keep working on those answers later. For now, it is time to go to sleep.
I am an early sleeper. I really love my beauty sleep. I finish off checking my notifications and head off to bed. I lay down shut my eyes and disappear before another boring school day to come.
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Stockholme Syndrome
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