/My Mental Ocean/

/My Mental Ocean/

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*Gyrates madly in spinning chair, unable to formulate words because of g-force* Hi there! My name is Riley, I'm in the ninth grade, soon to be tenth (whaddup, time is moving way too fast)! And welcome to My Mental Ocean! This so just a little online diary sort of thing. I really can't sum up what I talk about in this diary because it's just so all over the place ~ also, side warning, I know no boundaries so there's gonna be tons of TMI (I Didn't Need To Know That Thank You No Thank You) stuff in here ^-^ Enjoy ~~ *Some triggering subjects, most likely* *If you're here just to start a fight, please take that elsewhere*
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This sucks.' I thought as I dozed off through the lesson. Out of all the places I could've been sent to. I was sent to THIS class. Someone cleared their throat from behind me and I internally groaned as I turned around. I came face-to-lower stomach and I moved my gaze upward to a somewhat angry face. "Can I not help you?" I asked, "Your in my seat." The boy said and I scoffed, "No its not." I said my tone dripping with attitude. "Yeah it is." He pressed on and I leaned back in the chair. "I don't see you're here." I say, "Top corner on the table and right-side up on the chair." He said and B.L. was there. "That's clearly the name of someone else." I said, crossing my arms. His lip twitched upward. "That stands for Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well, I've never heard of Blaze Lancester." I say, smiling, "My name IS Blaze Lancester." He said, "Well then I guess you should stop writing on the school's property." As those words left my mouth, all of hell broke loose.

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