Dear Diary
Monday, November 18th, 2019
“Macie! Macie!”
“Get your ass out of bed! You’re gonna miss the bus!”
“Well maybe if I was still in middle school, I‘d get a ride” I sleepily replied to my screeching mother and younger brother.
I jumped out of bed. The clock read 7:44am. “Shit, I thought to myself, I really am gonna miss the bus.”
“This morning is off to a fantastic start” I said as I trip over my pants while I’m in a rush. I hurried my way around the room, feeling like the Flash, but probably looking like a sloth. I grab an apple off the kitchen table and run out the door. I didn’t miss my bus, great.
Dear Diary, Jan/7/19
Today has been a shitty day. First I woke up, which was already a buzzkill, but to make it even better, I woke up late. It was 7:44am, and I had to leave at 8:00. I wasn’t late to school though, sadly. I ran straight into Beth. She tried to make my life a living hell again. This time I let her win; I didn’t have the energy to fight off her “slut” and “whore” comments. Since when was I a whore? I’ve only ever kissed one boy and that was in the second grade! God, I hate school! Write to you soon.
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