When I was still a Sixth Grader with a Non-Existent Brain
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Tia's life is as pathetic as it gets.

New school, new friends, new drama...

She blames it on her non-existent brain.

Follow her on her epic journey (or not so epic) through her sixth grade year in hopes that she might actually survive middle school.

But OBVIOUSLY that's impossible...
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