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It's the first day of year seven tomorrow, and my parents are berating me a third time about "the raging homosexuals at high school". I don't know why they see a point though, because I think that sort of thing is really disgusting and weird. But they are quite determined to make sure I don't “fall into the wrong crowd.”
Recently, I've been busy with getting stuff ready for school, buying books and pens and such. Definitely not my favourite activity, I'd rather be playing footy at the local fields with my friends and pretending I'm not in year seven. Kinda sucks that none of them are going to my high school though....
Oh well, mum made her homemade spaghetti for dinner tonight, in hopes that I’ll be hyped for tomorrow. It's not working, I'm still not excited.
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I do NOT miss setting alarms for school the next morning, it's not like I'd actually get up. Both my parents are in bed, they told me to get ready for tomorrow… I haven't yet and it's already.. Damn, 1:16 in the morning. I gotta pack my bag and go to bed or I'm going to be soo crashed at school, and that's not a good reputation to have.
Okay, food, books… My football?? Should I bring that? Yes. The answer is yes. Always gotta pack that. My bag looks stuffed, like me when I eat maccas! I'm kneeling on my floor, packing my bag, dreading the day ahead (since its like, ya know, 2 am)
Eventually, I fall into a restless sleep, and hope for the best.