Why Me
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Hi my name is Laura,and I am 11 year old.I go to Georgetown Middle school,and I am in the sixth grade.I hate School.I have bad grades,I have no shoe game,and I only have 3 friends.Jessica, Morgan,Summer,and I have been friend since the 3rd grade.But tomorrow was my first day back to school,and my 12th birthday.So I went to sleep early to get my "beauty sleep" as u would say.The next morning I woke up worried but excited at the same time.My birthday was today,but my first day of school was also today.My mom had made me breakfast, and she had got me my first laptop as my gift,but I couldn't open it till I get out of school.I got dress.I put on a Black see through shirt,some white pants,and my black boots.As I walked out the door to walk to my bus stop my mom said,"Have a good day at school,and Happy birthday."When I got on the bus everybody was happy to see their friends,but none of my friend rode my bus.So I sat quietly quietly the ride to school.The first day of hell has begun....
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