My Not So Simple Life

This book or Diary is about a 13 year old girl going through 7th grade along with her close friends. That girl would be me. She has so many interesting days and sometimes simple ones. One things for sure though is that her life isn't simple. Read and find out what happens over her year in 7th grade!

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10. February 26, 2016

I looked at my Email to see something in my inbox. It was from my English teacher. I sighed opening it. I had recently turned my essay in by myself because my partner had stolen the essay for herself. People at my school are rude and selfish. She replied in a way I didn't understand. "Huh?" I shook my head and ignored it. "I'll just throw it away," i said clicking the trashcan. I sighed in relief. At least she had taken my essay. I looked around my room in silence. Soon, I wouldn't be in this living space anymore. I would be in a new place in a totally different room, away from my friends and history. I never really liked anything about Texas, but it's hard to just wait for the day to leave everything you've known for a long time. At first, I had thought it was just my mom dreaming, but now, she seems really determined to move. She hates how Geto it is around her. I agree, but there are things that go over that for me. If it weren't for the tough rude kids here, I wouldn't be able to take such cold words. just this morning I had been arguing with a person in the faculty. I had not been scared to stand up for my friend, but the only thing that hit me was what she said last. "Let him fight his problems by himself little girl! If you keep doing this, you'll grow up to become a lonely woman." Those last words stabbed me for some reason. I didn't know why but it made me tear up with anger. Was it because I thought it could have been true, or, was it because I was afraid to be alone? Even with this cruel surroundings, I still want to stay and grow up with the closest friends I had ever had. I remembered what my mom had said to me recently. "You should go to the Military Ball! After all, you should be making as many memories here as you can, because after you're done with middle school, were moving." I looked down at the floor of my room. It's not that  I have to make memories here, but it's that I need to build myself up to be able to leave all the memories I have already made here. It's like I have made too many memories to leave. I stood by my desk and put my hand on it. My work area I had sat by for so long. I had been preparing to deal with this, but only in a form of a letter to Kawano so far. I cringed trying to shake this feeling off. "I still have until after Eighth grade," I mumbled. I went back to working on the computer. It's a half day at school tomorrow, so I don't think I'll be going to school. All they would be doing are the black history events. Of course it mattered to me, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with school if it didn't mean work. 

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