Mary Kate would like you to know that she's having a very hard time

This is my story. It will contain rants, sappy letters, crappy stories, ASDFGHJKL moments, and the all together recollection of my hilariously loser-ish life.


3. Matthew, Matthew where for outh thou Matthew?

This chapter is about a boy who i grew up most of my life with. I moved to my neighborhood in 2004. I started school where I met a boy named Matt. He was a sweet boy, nice, and friendly. I didn't really get to know him that well until 3rd grade when we were both put into Mrs. Jacobson's class. Me and Matt started talking more and more and found out we had a lot in common. I like to say hes like my brother (though I may hope otherwise). He's the one exception to my general motto that all men are idiots. He's sweet, kind, funny, and protective. Our biggest similarity is that we both are Chicago Blackhawks Puck-heads. We go to baseball game together, Hockey games, Basket ball games, and even a football game from time to time. I have gone to a few of his hockey games, and even with his mom there, I'm always the loudest. I hope to god he goes to high school with me. If he didn't I would be heart broken. I would miss him to much. He, like me, has frequent strep (instead of pnumonia). I talk to hime about absoluuuuutly every thing. We have a favorite activity to do together. We either go to his house to swim, play floor hockey, wii, and airsoft shooting, OOOR we go Thorton's convenient store near our houses. We get blue slushies, or giant soft drinks XD. He is by far one of the best friends I have EVER had. He is an amazing person, and I so happy hes my friend.

                                                                                     Love Always, 

                                                                                                           Mary Kate

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