No, this isn't the end of the story. It's actually the beginning (no duh). It's the end of the year, the time where the ball (NOT the beat) drops. We all know what that means:
I won't have anyone to kiss when it does.
Not that it matters or anything, I'm just stuck here, single as a pringle (pretty overused, but whatever). I kind of like it. You know, not having a boy bug you just to make him food (especially a sandwich). Like, make your own, WTF!
Also, I get to spend more time with my friends, like jewels130 and RetroPiano (most don't have Wattpad, those are the two I know that do). It's nice to know you have friends. You know they're there for you, through the thick and the thin.
Last year, there was this boy in my class. He's still in my class now. He's innapropriate, rude, and a total idiot. He wouldn't last five minutes in the Hunger Games. Back on the story, one day, we were watching the special Friday video (ooh, aah) announcments. I was talking to my friend, and he told me to shut up. I replied that it was a free country. He told me,
"Shut up or I'll beat you up."
So, I told EVERYONE. Well, my teacher, my friends, and then the principal. He lied to them and got me in trouble. They understood me, and the tables turned.
This year, I called him a twat (oops, payback), and didn't get caught.
So, my friends are amazing.
I'd also like to thank you, the reader, for reading this. Thank you for supporting me. My goal is for Mixed Blood to get at least 3K reads. It's a lot, but I know that I can do it.
Now that that is out of the way, we can let the ball (again, not the beat) drop.
No one to kiss.
See you next year!
(in Jules' case,