Hey, blogettes! I bring some good news for you. I had my parents take me off of the enrollment list at that other school because I've realized that in the future Lisbon offers a big thing that other schools don't according to some high school members on The Voice. It offers a closeknit family when you get into high school. You're like a chain, and when one link is loose, there are other links to help it, or the whole chain falls apart. It sounds like there is nobody treating anybody lower than them, or treating them like toilet paper, or a muddy doormat like some people are doing to me right now.
They say that having the name brand clothes, and being the best dressed, doesn't matter, in fact you could come to school in your PJ's and nobody would judge you for it. I am looking forward to some people just accepting me for me. I know it might not happen, but it is worth a try. I mean, I have found out who I am now, and I am not going to change anymore. If people hate me, I say tough luck, I'll be in your hair for five more years. You weren't going to get rid of me that easy because I am not going down without a fight.
There are eight more days left at our school, and I am ready to get out, and get away. I bet people in my class feel the same way about me. I bet they will breathe a sigh of relief on that last day of school. I know one person will for sure, and I can count at least four other people who will most likely be doing it as well. They will be happy that they will be getting away from me, a freak. I ruin their swag, and they have told me that I should just get away from them. Some people want to be seen with me, and I enjoy having those three people always invite me to sit at their table during lunch. Without them, I bet I would be sitting alone, and feeling sorry for myself because I was the only person with no one to sit with which pretty much names you a loser.
I am going to be honest, but these last fifteen days of school have been a whirlwind of emotions for me, with people showing their true colors, and stating what they really think of me, which yeah got a little hurtful at times, to the point where I would just go up and cry in my locker, and just think about my little nephew. He is the only reason that I keep going in my day, because I know that if I give up that he would be out of a really fun auntie. I hope you don't think I was having a big head or anything when I stated that, but if you did, this is a free country, and this is online so you can get away with thinking it.
I would often times lean against my locker and look up on the ceiling. Life is rough, but it is about to get rougher so I have got to buck it up, and be the toughest woman I can be. Other people are, so I don't see why it's so tough for me to do. I have a feeling that these last eight days are going to be the longest eight days of my life with people giving me the wrath that they have been holding in, but hey, it's hot and we are all ready to get out of school, so I guess that that(does two thats in a row make sense for this?) is the excuse for all of this.
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