Chapter 3- UN SACAPUNTAS!

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Honestly, adults think it's a hard life for them: working full time, cooking and cleaning. Or if your anything like my parents organising the big holiday for next year or deciding how long to wait before they have another party. Which I'm not complaining about. It's just as hard for us kids you know!
Getting ready ON TIME every morning,
Racing a marathon to the bus whilst looking like a pack horse setting off for a long expedition to ANTARCTICA with the amount of bags balanced on your back, which did I mention you have to carry around for the next century. Well, unless you put it in a locker of course...ughhhhh school lockers: a slimy, cramped space that smells of... who knows what!
it's tough, one minute you're drawing spirals on your hand...
Before writing a report on a book, that seems to go on for LIKE A DECADE!
And then...
UN SACAPUNTAS!!!!!
Your mind has completely blanked out in a Spanish test that, well let's face it nobody really revised for because well, we have something called... A LIFE (again I'm probably not one of those people)
Excuse me if I'm being a little to dramatic here but I need to get this stuff across.
After all, it's not like my parents are interested in my Jibba jabba, they're to busy organising parties.
And it's not like my sisters gonna listen, she's too busy with her "one man band." Crazy thats what I think, two instruments at once but hey, I don't judge. All is fair in love and war!

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