So I was going through my original writing folder on my computer, just to see what crap I had written up two years ago. And I found a story detailing certain escapades in eighth grade Physical Science.
Hey
nervoustic, remember when we had to write haiku for Lovelace's class? Yeah. Those were the bomb.
"The water is deep
Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim, swim, swim
Aw man, I’m drowning"
Skillz.
Also, "holey moley". And sneaking Hannah into the graduation event.
But WOW, I was a shitty writer in eighth grade. Of course, I realized this about two days after graduation. Still. XD