It was just an average day for this one girl. Her name was Chelsea, I think? But when I tried to tell her something, her bottom lip trembled and she walked away with my best friend Bianca. I was sad. Because I had a best friend. I didn't want a best friend.
But I tried playing it cool. But every time I ended up tripping near my crush. Anyways it was sad for me back then.
I guess that's the reason I'm antisocial, crammed in this little corner, with my tablet in my lap.
But I luckily got through third grade. I'm not what people call "smart" but I'll come through some time.
Ugh, this is very dully written, sorry about that!
JE LEEST
MY DAYS AT SCHOOL
Non-fictieSome of the best memories are when people were scared of going near you, because u had that wide creepy smile. Then u say " I LIKE CHEESE" and they just walk away crying. For help.
