The Seniors rigged it, Capture the Flag was Boys vs. Girls, dodgeball with the entire class was reeDICKulus, lunch was a shitty slab of grease, etc., etc. Then was soccer practice, where Shelby insists on repeating everything I say, but taking twice as long.
********, I am WAY past my limit. She's going to come over tomorrow and disturb MY practice like she always does, and I'm going to tell her to SIT THE ******** DOWN WITH THE REST OF THE GIMPS AND STOP PLAYING THE ******** PITY CARD. YOU MOVED INTO A NEW HOUSE? SO WHAT. YOU JUST HAVE TWO MORE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU. YOU BROKE YOUR HAND? SO. WHAT. EVERYONE'S BROKEN SOMETHING. I SPENT ALL LAST YEAR PLAYING WITH THE FRESHMAN, COACHING YOU THROUGH YOUR GAMES. YOUR TIME IS OVER. SIT DOWN. STOP TALKING.
I tried looking on the bright side, so:
Her Majesty was awesome. I got to play soccer with Peter, Cam, Callie, and Mrs. Callahan. Wish I could have spent more time with the people that mattered.
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