There's a girl, let's call her Charlotte, who constantly talks to a boy, let's call him Fernando. There's another girl, let's call her Irene who previously liked Fernando (and quite possibly still does) and Charlotte knew. But Charlotte continues to talk to Fernando even though they've never spoken to each other in person. And Irene is pissed. THE END.
You like my story? No...? All right then. Understandable. I would find that story quite boring if I were going to read a blog. But it's actually 11:14 PM. right now, no matter what time the blog says I've posted it.
Today was club day at school and I don't even remember everything I've signed up for. The only thing that I'm absolutely sure of is that I signed up for newspaper/journalism, drama club, and this junior debating or something like that. High school isn't as bad as I had previously thought it was.
And now my mother is getting a little peeved that I'm up playing Empire State of Mind at 11:17 PM. So I suppose I should go. I'm going to sleep and pray my math homework does itself.
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