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So, yesterday I'm driving to Susan's house when these three beautiful guys stop their beautiful little BMW at the stop sign. One of them hops out, makes me roll down my window, introduces himself, asks for my number, invites me to a party, says he just graduated highschool...but I swear they all looked like college guys. He's all "So, can I get your number so you can party with us?" and I say "Here, I'll get yours." and he says "Okay, but are you really gonna call?" and I'm all "Yeah, of course."
I won't. Just made me happy that stuff like that can happen to me. Good story, huh? Too bad beautiful boys in beautiful cars aren't really my thing. I felt like such a typical teenage girl, though, which is always a strange feeling. I wonder if that's how life at Fletcher is going to be. I hope so.
I have to finish a few last minute English assignments I never turned in so that I can pass the class. She's being really nice about it, but only because when she stopped me in the hall after school and said "Ms. Fryefield, what are you gonna do about passing my class?" I looked at her for a few seconds and burst into tears. They were real tears, though, not just for a pity party. She sat me down and told me what I could do to pass, and I'm really grateful for that.
Tomorrow is my last day and I am so fucking excited! I won't be attending any classes. Theatre party is where it's at. Then...beach? Or something fun. I can't believe summer starts tomorrow afternoon. It's going to be so wonderful.
Full of:
road trips and sun and the beach and relaxing and being goofy and all-night adventures and being inebriated and hippie skirts with barefeet and good music and being lazy and movies and...oh God, I must stop myself now.
I won't. Just made me happy that stuff like that can happen to me. Good story, huh? Too bad beautiful boys in beautiful cars aren't really my thing. I felt like such a typical teenage girl, though, which is always a strange feeling. I wonder if that's how life at Fletcher is going to be. I hope so.
I have to finish a few last minute English assignments I never turned in so that I can pass the class. She's being really nice about it, but only because when she stopped me in the hall after school and said "Ms. Fryefield, what are you gonna do about passing my class?" I looked at her for a few seconds and burst into tears. They were real tears, though, not just for a pity party. She sat me down and told me what I could do to pass, and I'm really grateful for that.
Tomorrow is my last day and I am so fucking excited! I won't be attending any classes. Theatre party is where it's at. Then...beach? Or something fun. I can't believe summer starts tomorrow afternoon. It's going to be so wonderful.
Full of:
road trips and sun and the beach and relaxing and being goofy and all-night adventures and being inebriated and hippie skirts with barefeet and good music and being lazy and movies and...oh God, I must stop myself now.