I entered my 6th grade classroom. My teacher said hi. I said hi. We had a conversation. Then I said hi to my friend. "What up?" My friend asked.
I replied. We had a conversation. We talked about our life and stuff.
Then I left class.
The end.
Lol, oops. Wrong chapter.
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Raining Sunset
ChickLitLindsey, a perfect looking girl thinks she's ugly and fat. Her boyfriend agrees. He gives her his jacket. In the rain. At sunset. This is basically a story on what not to write an actual book about-CLICHE EVERYTHING.
