Ok, so I love summer. A lot.
It's the best for people like me who just...don't...like...people. I don't know why, but just being around other humans is annoying to me. Of course I still have to deal with my family, but they at least respect my closed door.
Best of all I can get away from him.
For heaven's sake I am thirteen years old and already letting men control my life. I need to get a grip on myself or I will end up like my mother. I don't want to end up pregnant before I graduate.
Is it still called spring cleaning if it's summer when you do it? That's what I've been procrastinating from by working in this stupid thing. Yay.
~annashaye
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untitled story of my (sucky) life
Teen Fictionstory of a young girl (not a personal narative)