Juniors [Zero-Point-Two] CHAPTER 1 / 2013
First day of school!
August 21st
MONDAY
MONDAY
Today
is the first day of school. We went back
a week early! My first class is the
school store called “Marketing and Management” in room # 51. The teacher’s name is Mrs. Clear-all Shoelace.
She is very nice.
I came into class about 7:25 in the morning and my pal Audrey Wilts was in. Glad to see the child. The 1st thing I asked her was if she got the birthday card that, I had made and sent {YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, A REAL LIVE HOME-MADE-BIRTHDAY CARD! So ,sue me for being a LITTLE TOO CHEAP} to her during the ladder part of our summer vacation which was in July something….or other.
You
know a REAL lady never reveals her REAL age, so says my grandmother….one of
them said it.
Back to the description and DETAILS of the
classroom! The class has new desk
instead of those ole torn up desks we have used last year. I was tired of those desks. (frown face).
I kept on getting splinters and got tired of always having to use the
TOP OF MY PINK UNICORN AND RAINBOW 3 RINGED BINDER AS A SMOOTH TABLE TOP
SURFACE INSTEAD OF JUST-USING-A REGULAR-STUPID DESSSSSSSSK!!!!!!!!
-Sorry
to have ever met up with me and are now officially hooked and glued to the
story of my life just like a runny nose soap that comes on late/early afternoon
to make little children who can’t afford cable television go crazy IF they were
FORCED to stay home because of traumatic illness of some sort. Be it gangrene or chicken pox….or a down
right nasty paper cut. Cuz, believe me, I’ve
been sent home behind one of throes….._Pap0er cuts that is….maybe becaus3e it
was the blood that had something to do with it or maybe because it was so deep
looking……BLOOD .THE BLOOD.
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Oh yeh, forgot to talk about the 1st
thing I did today....I woke up, got dressed made my bed ate some brown rice by
uncle bens to which is in fact my REAL uncle, (so says my grandmother... well
one of them) I think I have 12 grandmothers...? oh well how I came to that
dreadful conclusion is because some chick on TV this past summer on the Tagedra
Money show said that you can determine the amount of grandmothers you have by
how many daddies you THINK you
got.-hummmmmm, makes PERFECT sense to me,PERCECT.
Well, any who, after eating my uncles rice,
I decided to write my little sister Lash and my mother to who I don’t THINK is
really, really my true mother but I just call her that because of right now I
truly tire of the thought of searching for my REAL, REAL mother because I’ve
got too many other pressing issues to addend to and tackle like how in the
WORLD am I going to style my hair before
the dang bus comes.
Which by the way, I forgot I had to ride the
buss, thought I was getting a ride.
Back to it!
I wrote my little sis and my “supposed” mother a “have a nice day”
letter. And tried to quietly slip out
the door before mother woke up and walked me to the dang bus stop!
“creek!”
“DANG-IT!! DANG IT TO HECK!!” I whispered out loudly. I know mother heard that loud aye door. (mega ultimate frown face, supreme)
“Ann!
Ann! Wait, let me get my some clothes on and walk you to the bus stop.”
“oooh myyyyyy gown!!!!!” I ranted and raved. “Mom (boy I sure detest addressing her as
that) I’m a junior in high school now, and you don’t have to, don’t NEED to
walk me down to the bus stop anymore!"
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