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Complete, First published Jan 17, 2015
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So being in year 7 is confusing. Changing from primary school to secondary is really hard. You go from being the oldest to the stupid little kids. I mean you walk past a year nine and they're just like I hate year 7's. I mean wtf U need a chance to sort out your ish before u start cussing yr 7's when ur high on drugs. If they where In my position they would feel a bit disappointed if one of the older girls who they are meant to look up to, said they hated them!! I mean I go to an all girls school so when I come out of school I see a whole bunch of boys waiting out side. When I'm just like 'hey you know there's this thing called texting and calling, so why don't you just do that instead of making a scene about how you miss your sluttly girlfriend'. I'm very lucky I am one of the popular girls in year 7 and I'm blessed. So we also meet boys at the bus stop that go to the boy version of our school, that we've known since primary. Tbh they r not gonna go out with u ur just friends
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