Letters to Someone Special

Letter to my friends from my old school.

Hi,

I miss you all loads.

This will be more of an update than a letter.

Sorry,

:/

But, yea.

I'm really quiet in school now.

At morning tea and lunch I'm not a loner, I sit with a group of weird pervs who swear WAY too much, and touch each other.

They talk and swear and talk and I just sit there and listen.

A lot of drama is going on aswell, such as hating, evil stares and death threats to a girl who apparently is a b!tch. And they claim their a bully free school.

Yea...

I bet they are talking about me behind my back...

I know becuz a girl said so herself...

But anyway...

I need to get outta here.

I don't care how, but I need to.

The ball was fun...

A guy kept choosing me...

Like, he would walk straight to me when choosing a partner.

We got a prize for one of the best dancers for the cha-cha.

FML...

And in class, I catch him staring at me.

Weird, huh?

I have 3 ideas on why he is doing this.

1. He has a crush on me.

2. He thinks I have a crush on him.

Or,

3. He is a FRIKIN' WEIRD DUDE WHO CAN'T CONTROL HIMSELF!

I personally go for all 3...

Teehee!

:)

But yea, I don't wanna stay here, in this school.

They are really poor, and can't afford tinsel for decoration so they have to borrow from the students...

AND... The work here is really easy...

Like, the work is the same difficulty level as in yr 6.

Like, WTF?

We have yr 7's and 8's in my class, boys and girls.

Again, FML.

I honestly can't take it anymore.

I'm planning on talking to my parents about this, and incase you don't know... my parents are complete control freaks.

I'm probably gonna tell them next year because we're going to college where the yr 9's are gonna be from many different schools, meaning I might meet new people I can call 'friends'.

I effing hate it here.

I literally wanna try run away from this place.

But I would probably die of hunger...

So, yea.

I'm missing you guys loads...

Hating life here.

I don't give a fuck about school work.

I don't give a living fuck on bleeping out the word 'fuck', cuz I'm cool like that.

Oh! One more thing...

I try to say 'what the tits?' instead of 'what the fuck?' Cuz I'm trying not to swear.

And also, I almost swore in front of the teacher...

At athletics day (another thing I didn't give a fucking fuck about) I was watching a race saying 'RUN BITCH RUN!' and then the teacher walked past.

She must be deaf or something cuz I was shoutin pretty loud..

I waz like 'WHAT THE TITS?!?!?! YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME SWEAR?!?!?!' And she was like *walks around spying on kids*

I mean really?

I can shout pretty loud...

But. Yea.

Goodbye.

¡Adiós, a mi amigos!

¡No habla ingles!

I don't know why I just said that...

So..................

Baii!

-Chrissie