"I Had Killed People!"

So as you do, I was going on an evening walk while listening to a new podcast. Then suddenly, I saw it. A feather in nearly perfect condition. The little amount joy left in my shriveled up heart finally decided to make an appearance. I picked up the feather of course, and I found another, and another until I had five feathers held so that they wouldn't touch each other. When I got home and showed my mom, I am pretty sure that I looked slightly insane.

Guess who got an 87 precent on the fanfiction they submitted for ELA class. (It was Star Wars fanfiction)

When you are the chaotic one in the friendship.

What people think Advanced classes are like:

"All right children, what shall we do for homework tonight? Maybe next chapter's cource work."

What it's really like

"Am I going to have to call the elementary school principal and ask why you five, don't know your left from your right yet are able to keep steady A's in this class?"

You know the only good part of having braces is that my orthodontist gave me my teeth molds.

Advanced ELA class is weird. Some days, everyone is having an argument over how would one best over throw the government, other days we are yelling at Dylan because he's hyperventilating while looking at photos of milk.

*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free

When people say that Sherlock isn't a romance, I just think of the Netflix ads for it.

Debate is weird. We switch sides everyother round and there is no correct answer. As long as you have better evidence or reasoning, you can win. In my last meet, (it was virtual) the judge for that round had her camera on and I saw a child running around in the background. So, I used most of my last speech leaning heavily on how if the judge chooses the other side's plan of action, our children will die. It worked and I won. The other people on the debate team are now a little bit more scared of me. I don't regret my actions. I hate children.