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The story.. a part of it atleast (see last post)
This is the worst day of my life! I thought to myself as I trudged home.
My name is Cristianna. My friends call me Anni not Annie Anni. Aw-Nee. I have long multicolored hair no. I'm not a clown! It's mainly a dark brown, almost black, with streaks of red in it. I'm fairly short, 5'2''. My parents say it's because I didn't eat my veggies. Screw them. Anyway, as I was saying, this was the worst day of my life.
I failed my test, which I studied for three hours! THREE FLIPPEN HOURS!! But wait! THERE'S MORE! I got a detention--for the first time in my life-- for doing nothing. Somehow I got blamed. And then to put the frosting on the cake, I told my crush that I liked him. He has luscious blue eyes, and deep brown hair, with freckles of blonde on top from when he dyed it last year. He was tall, 5'7'', and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but strong. He was perfect.
So there I was, my face as red as an overripe cherry, confessing my love to him. He had stood there staring at me, mouth agape.
"I'm sorry," He had started, "I just don't think about you that way."
And there went my hopes. Shattered like my heart, and the window my brother broke last week when he was playing baseball outside of Mr. Jenkins's house. And now, here I was, trudging home, heart broken.
"I'm such a loser," I mumbled to myself, "I'm a loser, and nobody likes me! I just want to die."
I stopped dead in my tracks. I thought about what I had just said. don't want to die. I thought to myself. If he doesn't want me.. Well... He doesn't deserve me! I felt proud of myself and happily walked forward as I heard a thud from behind me. I turned and saw a guy, looking about my age, face forward in the dirt. I stared at him wondering what his problem was. He looked up at me, his face red with embarrassment.
"What the hell?" He proclaimed. "That hurt! Oww..." He rubbed his cheek in frustration.
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You write ten times better than I do 3nodding