My Life Story (From Seventh Grade)
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Hi my name is Kristie. I love dogs, art, Movies, Going out with my friends and just general things that 12 year old girl as do. But if there's one thing I hate it's school. Reason 1: They make you wake up early. Reason 2: It gets SOOO boring! And Reason 3: What they teach you is pointless. I'm sorry if you like school (If you do your a NERD!) but I just hate it and that's how it will always be. Life likes to throw hardballs at me and I find many hardships throughout the year but I know I can overcome it!
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