"Behind every scar, there is a story of survival behind it."
-Unknown
It's a Hardship. It's an adventure. It's love. It's Hate.
It's the burden of a dead weight.
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Okay, do I really need to say it again? Wassup non sociable monkeys. Guess who? As requested chapter six is here. More of Ana's screwed up school days have been delivered. Your welcome...I think? Never mind. Hope you all like this next one.
PS: You can play the song when Ana enters the football field. Or any time. Your choice.
PPS: That is a pic of Ana's room. Cute right?
PPPS: Bold Italics, Ana's conscience and plain italics, Ana thinking. Got it?
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Ignore the weird mistakes and typos
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"Uuughhhhhhhhhh" I groaned I collapsed in my chair and threw my head down on Sid's shoulder.
"Hello miss Sunshine. What's got you in such a happy mood?" Sid said, smiling down at me. He put his head on mine and I yawned.
"Shut up. I was up late yesterday doing my English homework, the one I totally forgot. It was a simple essay which I would've completed in twenty minutes if I hadn't fallen asleep so many times. Ugh. Now because of that, I'm running on 3 hours of sleep and an extra large chocolate Frappe." I groaned.
The effects are wearing off and I could feel an oncoming headache. If I didn't sleep much, I always got major headaches.
I have bad anxiety as it was, coffee just boosted it even more. Uuugghhhhh. I could feel my eyeballs behind my close lids.
I felt Sid pat my head and say, "There there little one. Don't beat yourself to it. If it makes you feel better, I was up all night trying to see what Mr.Ryan Fulcritz was up to with Vih on Facebook." He shrugged, pushing my head off.
