So, life hadnt been turning out 'great'. Of course it hadnt. Geez, what was i thinking? Life from the start of the year 2008 has never been great. Grounded to the ground. I'm ban from everything! Mum says if i do not get good results for my first term, im like ban from seeing my friends. How lame & stupid is that? That is impossible & unfair. I've been already punished enough. I dont even see much of my friends anymore. And she says she wants to ban me? I would LOVE to see her try.
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Not only that. If my grades dont go up, im even ban from any activities in school. Meaning i cant attend any club meetings or whatsoever. She's gonna take everything i have left from me. Like they all say, 'life is unfair'. It's been living hell for me. And its gonna last for 2 very long years. Kill me.
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But i found a solution on how to see my friends again. Well, this year, since S was separated from me, we found a solution to our problem. We both joined the same club, uniformed club & sport club. So, if there is any meeting or activity, we would be together. S is like my soul sister. I can never live without her! So, this year, i would be really busy & active in sports & clubs. It's gonna be a great year, not including the fact that im alone most of the time & in the same class with those drop-outs.
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One thing i hate about those drop-outs is that they are total copy cats. They copied all my homeworks, they copied all my answers. That really annoys me. And they have no manners at all! Not even abit. Especially the Indian girls. Dont call me racist cause what im saying is a fact & the truth. I loved them Indian girls in my old class. They were so filled with life & adorable. Little sweethearts they are.
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Cant wait till the torture ends. Teachers are beginning to like me & that annoys me too. I dont want anyone thinking im proud or smart. I hate it when that happens. I'm to say a humble person? Well, i dont know. Im pretty vain at times but since im in that forsaken class, i rather be humble & mind my own business. Really hope things turn out better. At least better. A little better.
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Always love,
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