The Teen Things
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Teenagers we are. Yes. Elders might not understand things we do. Might not want us to deal with those things. But.. Being a teen is for a short time ! Make the best out of it. Think of the teen things you've made. Have it been enough ?
[Sandra's POV]
I'm lying on my front at the bed. My notepad at my front and a pen on my hand. ..
What am I going to write ? I'm seriously bored. I'm done with diaries because honestly I always forgot to write 'em down. Worst when I'm tired.
Suddenly an idea pops in my mind. I wrote down the words on the first page.
The Teen Things
I made art as I scribble it. When I was done, I admired my work. Well if you'd ask, I'm good at sketches.
Great idea. I turned to the next page.
Now ? What to write on the first list ?
Hmmm....
P.S. non teenagers can still read this of course 😉
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