2. May 19th, 2015
I'm at school now, in my block class, and continuing writing my book. I hope all goes well with it. I started writing it in 8th grade, and I've lost count of just how many times I've edited it. I have 36 chapters with it, right now, and I think I'm going to start a sequel. I just have to find a cliffhanger, then edit, once more, and send it to a publisher. Maybe all will go well, with it.
As of right now, I have more to concentrate on. We still have end of course exams next week, and I'm actually moving in with Clark (the sweetheart mentioned in my previous entry) on the 30th of this month. So I have to worry about packing, and getting all my records, so I can transfer to the high school in his home town, and take senior year there. I honestly can hardly wait.
I think this weekend, I'm going have a get together, because it's my last weekend here. I move next Saturday.
Last night, my brother straight up told me he didn't care whether I stayed here, or moved.
I practically cried myself to sleep.
After, I added my collection. I love my collection.
I hate my life.