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please read my story 100% AVERAGE! im soo sorry i haven't written for a while i'm sooo busy. i will though, pinky promise.
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July 22, 2011 7:58pm UTC

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chapter quatro! :3
“Hey, you have Spanish next also! Wait- we have the exact same schedules… That’s really weird!” Jake exclaimed. I nodded in agreement, not mentioning that probably wasn’t unusual with so many kids in one school.
Jake walked me to the Spanish room and showed me where everything I might need was. I sat next to him again and listened to the science teacher. She looked as thought she wanted to murder every single kid in the room. Honestly, I think she could have been a female boxer.
I glanced over at Jake and saw he was taking notes, so I pulled out my binder and did the same. Everything was review from what I had already learned, just like chemistry. This school was soooo exciting.
Dayum, who’s that sexy lady?
I heard a guy in the back of the room think. Then I realized he was thinking about me! I’m not even going to say the rest of what he was thinking, it was just demented.
Why did nobody at my old school find me attractive? People here seemed to think I was. Even though I had no idea why. Finally the bell rang. I looked at my schedule and saw that I had lunch next. I prefer to think of lunch as social hour. Although it would be interesting to see who was nice and who was a b*itch here.
i hate this story. i don't know what to do.

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June 25, 2011 8:58am UTC

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chapter tres. (:
“Hello Katelyn! I am Mr. Fizzo, the 9th grade chemistry teacher! Welcome to our class! You can sit right over there.” Mr. Fizzo motioned to a seat next to… Oh. My. God. I froze up as I stared at the guy in the seat next to mine. He was so… perfect. He didn’t even glance up at me as I sat down, of course, what guy like that would want me?
“Okay, so let’s continue with our lesson. We were reviewing acids and bases.” Acids and bases? We learnt those in middle school! Oh well. I’ll just suffer through it. I snuck a look at the guy next to me. He was watching Mr. Fizzo like he would rather be anywhere but here.
“Are any of the other classes better?” I whispered to him. He nodded. “Thank god.” I smiled, failing at my attempt to flirt. He smiled back.
Wow. Look at her eyes! I haven’t seen eyes like those since… No. Don’t think about it.
What? I wonder what this guy’s name was. Probably something hot. He didn’t seem very happy though. I wonder who or what he was trying not to think about. I’m sure he could go out with any girl in the school; he was so gorgeous.
BRRRIIINNNGGG!
Time to leave this hellish class. The guy next to me stood up, smiled, and held out his hand. “Hey, I’m Jake.” Of course, his name is totally hot, just like I predicted. “Oh, uh. Hi Jake! I’m Kate.”
“Yeah, I know. I heard Mr. Fizzo say that.” Of course he did. I’m so stupid sometimes. “Oh right oops.” I was so flustered. I seriously need to learn how to act normal around guys.
“Do you know where your next class is?” He asked. I shook my head. “Well maybe I could help you then.”
“Yes! Um, I mean, sure. Thanks.”
Don’t think about it. Don’t.
thankss to everyybody who has been following my storyy! i mightt not write for a bitt, i'm going on vacayy!

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June 23, 2011 5:04pm UTC

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chapter dos. (:
I walked into the old brick school. Looking around, I saw that all the lockers were covered in graffiti and there was gum everywhere. Gross. I saw a big sign saying Help Center. I walked in and saw a women sitting at a desk. She was squinting at her paper.
When are my contacts arriving? I don’t want people knowing I wear glasses!
Oh, I forgot to mention. I can read minds. I try not to because if anybody knew they would think I was a creep. Sometimes I accidentally answer people’s thoughts instead of their questions. My parents don’t even know. I’m a freak. I look normal and act normal, and I wish I were normal.
“Hello honey. Do you need some help?” The women asked. I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled at her.
“Yes, I’m new here and I don’t know where to go.”
“Oh, yes I remember! Katelyn, right?” She asked. I nodded, then said, “Yes, but you can call me Kate.” The woman bent over and picked up a sheet of paper, which she handed to me.
“Here is your schedule, Kate. All the room numbers and floor levels are on it.”
I’m sure her eyes don’t have problems.
I thanked the woman and walked out of the room. I glanced down at my sheet and it said under Monday: Period One – Chemistry Room 325 Floor 3. I looked around until I saw the stairs. There was a sign saying Floor 2, so I walked up a level and saw the science room immediately. I peered in, not sure what to do.
Oh god he expects us to remember this? Dude…
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I nervously knocked on the door, and the teacher smiled and motioned for me to come in.
Soo. What do you guys think? Should I keep on writing? (:

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June 21, 2011 6:25pm UTC

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chapter uno. (:
I looked out the rainy window. I could only see green meadows for miles. Green, green, green. That’s all that this town had. It was nothing like New York City, where everything was lit up and flashing and exciting. And just to top it off, I was going to a new school. In the dead middle of the year. I wasn’t even going to a clean, advanced private school. I was going to a ghetto, dirty, stupid public school filled with dropouts. Spectacular, that was exactly what I wanted.
I wasn’t good at making friends, either. I had never had a boyfriend. There was nothing special about me, nothing different. I could never be popular, but I could never fit in with the geeks even if I wanted to. I wasn’t particularly athletic, and I wasn’t great at art either. I mean, I guess I was smart; I got straight A’s at a private school… But that was it.
My appearance wasn’t that great either. I had normal skin, no acne. It wasn’t tan, but it wasn’t pale. My hair was long, straight, and brown. I wasn’t tall or short. I wasn’t ugly or fat, but I was definitely not skinny or pretty. The only thing that was nice about me was my eyes. They were emerald green. Literally, they were the color of emeralds. So I guess my eyes are cool, but who notices you for your eyes? People might just comment on them, but they won’t fall in love with you or anything. Oh well.
So that is why having to go to a public school in Stupidsville (Okay, fine that’s not its name… It’s called Creeksville…) totally sucks. Need any more info? Didn’t think so.
Soo. What do you guys think? Should I keep on writing? (:

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May 19, 2011 5:27pm UTC

shoot for the moon♥
because even if you miss,
you'll land in the stars.
♥

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May 18, 2011 7:20am UTC

Just savingggg♥
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i just loovvee all of these, && feel free to use them!(:

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May 17, 2011 7:22pm UTC

it's funny how the people that hurt you the most,
a r e t h e o n e s t h a t p r o m i s e d t h ey w o u l d n ' t. ♥

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