this chapter was unbearably horrible so I'm just rewriting the whole thing. Enjoy this not shit chapter in the middle of this hell of a book.
So I'm just going to use this chapter to rant and vent about what's going on in my life currently. Today is the eve of probably one of the busiest weekends of my life.
As I assume you know from the first chapter and if you don't know i'll inform you now, I am an American teenage girl in 9th grade. Follow up to that if you live overseas I think you should know now that Americans really love to throw parties. So instead of just having a normal homecoming, we not only have homecoming, here in michigan we have this wonderful thing called snowcoming. Yes I am well aware of how idiotic that sounds but whatcha gonna do right?
Anyways I've recently acquired a boyfriend, (Level Up! right) So I'm going to snowcoming with him. He's a total gentleman sweetheart all of that jazz, but the problem is, all of Saturday I'm going to be the busiest person alive. 7am to 5(ish)pm I'm going to be at this dreadfully boring thing I like to call mock trial. I hate it more than I think I've ever hated anything. And I'm meeting my boyfriend, (I'll write a chapter on people later) at the dinner place, which is really cool I promise I'll post photos, at 5:30. That;s half an hour to change, do my makeup, and do my (extremely uncooperative) hair. I'm not really how I'm going to do that but, I'll figure it out, probably that is.
I know that stressing over it is probably the last thing I need to do but, I can't help it, it's so extremely nerve wracking. Especially when you have to deal with crippling anxiety through the entire thing. I feel so under prepared for everything. I just really really hope that tomorrow isn't going to suck complete ass.
I'm really sorry for the rant and stuff but idk I missed talking to you guys. Thank you kindly for listening kiddos, talk to you soon.

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RandomA book in which I rant and kinda just spew my life and ideas all over, hopefully you'll enjoy, as that is the end goal. ((side note)) I started writing this book when I was in sixth grade and in the deepest depths of my randomness phase, although m...