It was the last day of summer before my Junior year of high school. Belive it or not, I was actually quite excited to start school. This summer had been pretty sucessful, considering I had been all over the place. Mexico, the west coast, etc. Also during this summer, I had broken up with my boyfriend, (a complete train wreck, that's completely unnecessary to get into.) So that left me confused with my feelings. My ex had a bestfriend, who had over the past year, became one of my very close friends as well. I had constantly thought about David, and how fun it would have been to be in a relatoinship with him. I was constantly telling myself that I didn't like him, just to get him off of my mind, but the truth of the matter was that no matter
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I threw on the first thing that I found, brushed my hair, and headed downstairs. I grabbed my keys off the table, and headed out without eating breakfast. I never ate breakfast if I'm being honest. It's just never been something that I've really made an effort to do before I go to school. As I arrived, I walked into the commons like I did every morning the year before. I looked around for my friends, and finally found them after about fourty-five seconds of looking around. I walked over to them, and started talking to them about the classes that I was, and wasn't excited for. "Oh I'm taking Astronomy this year" I would say, having that be about the only class that I was excited for. "And what class are you least excited for Elicia?" "Oh come on guys. I say the exact same class every year. History is, and always will be my least favorite subject." And I wasn't lying either. History has always been my worst class. I can never find myself to concentrate, or to do the homework from that class. Everything just goes in one ear, and out the other. I always do bad on quizzes/tests, and I don't know how I manage to keep myself awake during that class. Thankfully, this year was my last having a social studies class, and that means only 9 more months of
I threw on the first thing that I found, brushed my hair, and headed downstairs. I grabbed my keys off the table, and headed out without eating breakfast. I never ate breakfast if I'm being honest. It's just never been something that I've really made an effort to do before I go to school. As I arrived, I walked into the commons like I did every morning the year before. I looked around for my friends, and finally found them after about fourty-five seconds of looking around. I walked over to them, and started talking to them about the classes that I was, and wasn't excited for. "Oh I'm taking Astronomy this year" I would say, having that be about the only class that I was excited for. "And what class are you least excited for Elicia?" "Oh come on guys. I say the exact same class every year. History is, and always will be my least favorite subject." And I wasn't lying either. History has always been my worst class. I can never find myself to concentrate, or to do the homework from that class. Everything just goes in one ear, and out the other. I always do bad on quizzes/tests, and I don't know how I manage to keep myself awake during that class. Thankfully, this year was my last having a social studies class, and that means only 9 more months of