Dear Diary:
Oh God, I’m going to be sick. I’m sure I’m gonna throw up!
I hate that school; I hate my parents for making us move. They don’t care about me. Making me go to that snotty school. I don’t fit in. I’m not pretty.
Oh God, I can’t go back, they can’t make me! I can’t bear to see that boy again. I’ll run away!
What if his locker is near mine? I’ll die. He was right, I AM ugly. And they all laughed and snickered when I walked by and he said “Hey YOU- You’re SO BUSTED”.
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I certainly don’t miss those days!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment. I checked out your blog and am so impressed with your commitment to writing and your forthright attitude.
Planning to make a transatlantic crossing! And that’s my 6-word memoir!!!
Hi Heather, Really/ When? I’m going to do a 6 word memoir on Monday, you’ll be number 1 and 2!
ugh… I dont miss high school at all.
I agree, don’t miss high school one bit. Kids are so awful to one another!
Thanks Velvet for taking the time to comment. Much appreciated and thank you for creating the 100 word challenge to entice aspiring writers to flex their minds.