Introducing: Me! (Please No.)

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January Summers sat at her desk in her bedroom. 'If I'm gonna write a blog may as well get started,' she thought before beginning to type.

Honestly, I have no idea why I'm doing this. It's not like anyone's gonna read it. I'm not ranting on the recent events of Hollywood, and I'm not publicly declaring my last will and testament either. Maybe I just want some attention for once? No, that couldn't be it. I'm not that outgoing.

Anyway, something else to entice the reader. Well, I'm currently a junior in high school, like I already said. I'm not going to tell you details because I don't want some creep to infiltrate my learning habitat.

I have blonde hair that goes down to my shoulder blades, light brown eyes, and a few light freckles around my cheekbones. I'm not too tall, but I wouldn't say short either. I'm pretty much your average American teenage girl.

I don't have very many (any friends) friends because I guess I just seem a little distant to everyone. I don't talk much in class. I sit in the back and focus on the lecture. Once independent work starts and the headphones are on, don't talk to me. You'll get a response like when you're talking to yourself in the bathroom about your life problems. I'm that one neighbor you didn't know was there in the stall near you that eventually gives you a smart-ass remark to make you shut up.

Don't get me wrong, I raise my hand in class and everything, but I'm just here to learn and move on with my life into the magical, faraway land of college and adulthood. Everything until then is temporary, so I'm not getting attached. (Rose from Titanic should've stuck to that rule.) I don't want any emotional attachments because, what's the point? If we're just going to grow up and leave everything behind then why make something to keep. Like I said, friends at this age are a no go. Let alone a relationship.

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Jan finished up her thoughts and posted the chapter. She doubted anyone would read it. Boy, was she wrong.

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