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- Author: Khara Francis
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There was me then there is them. I always wonder why i'm not them into september 1. The first day of school its was the first day of my 6th grade year. All i remember was my fave table the just be us table all my 5 favorite friends: Mya,Amy,Asia,and the 2 Ryan's.They were all something they were nice fun and very complex the bestfriend i could ever have
The first time a pop ever notie me is when they either try to past notes or when they try to copy me off a test.But to day the pops asked me a question not about cheating or even to pass a note they asked me:" Would u wanna come sit with us my stupid self said yes laving my friends behind even if are table was alright the pops table was new and they always get lunch first. As soon as i sat down i hear a wet sound it was ketchup all over my pants. i had to walk around with ketchup stains on the back and front of my pants i learn when i got home always stick with friend that have your back never be a follower. I will never be a pop again.
My mom always toded me to put boy never and work first i always stood to what she said. i wasn't into boys at this second.I'm not saying I'm in to girls yeah right i like boys but i don't have a crush on a certain boy, but anyway i was walking home from school when i walked past the field there he was the boy. as soon as he look my way i ran cause i still had ketchup stains on my pants.i stop when i got to Canton and Midland i was sceared i walked this way before i knew my way home i wasn't cocerned.
I felt like i was being crazy everything in my mind was going off every thought and all my brain sells i felt like i was about to blow up into flames.The next day at school i seen the boy i asked my friends do they who that is and they kept saying they don't see anyone so i went to were he was at then yelled: "now do u see him" they yelled back see who. when back to my table i said don't worry about it
I couldn't believe no one believed me i was so mad i think my face was reder than a tomato
my concusion added all together he wasn't real he was my crush of imagination
Publication Date: 07-01-2012
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