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I'm seriously hated by my little sister Penelope. She is two days younger than me. She keeps saying I'll never get a girlfriend. I'll never get one, she's correct, but she says it in the strongest way as possible. She has her own boyfriend. She's trying to tease me, but it doesn't help the things I've already been through. You didn't get to that part yet, did you?

Oh, right.

I also have something to say:

Never take candy from a stranger. Ever. Not even if it's your favorite. Let's say it's a Twix. Don't take it. Don't take anything. Let's not even get to that part, okay?

Let's start off in school.
Yes, the mystery called school, where you learn useless things you don't need. Except math. Although I hate algebra, it's a stupid part of life that you need to know or else you're retarded. Okay. Maybe not retarded. You just wouldn't know it. Wait, then what's the point of school and algebra?

Let's say I start off in biology. Enough of that stupid algebra nonsense.
We had to pick a lab partner. First, I looked at Will. He was the coolest, most popular person in school. Too bad he already picked Mike, the second popular. I was best friends with both of them. Sad how I have to keep it secret, right? You can't ruin anyone's reputation at this school. It will ruin everyone.

We had to dissect frogs.

Do you really want to go into detail?

Sure as hell I bet you do.

Don't eat dinner before this.

My lab partner was a total jerk. He left me by myself to do the cutting and pinning.
I cut one half of the poor, dead frog's skin. I pinned it down to the sandpaper. Oh my God. It was so terrible, I could see it's veins. I pinned down the other side to the sandpaper. I had to dissect the heart first.

I cut it out from the frog's chest. It was really juicy and liquid-y. I placed the heart on the pink tray, making sure it had sandpaper under it.

I then had to dissect the stomach. The stomach was pretty small. I think it would have been bigger. I cut out the stomach. I couldn't cut in the middle. If I did, the teacher would know I did. It would smell terrible. I carefully- CAREFULLY- placed it onto the sandpaper, onto the pink tray. It is delicate as hell.

The bell rang. Did I finish? Am I done? I'm not sure. I think I might have been.

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I'm seriously hated by my little sister Penelope. She is two days younger than me. She keeps saying I'll never get a girlfriend. I'll never get one, she's correct, but she says it in the strongest way as possible. She has her own boyfriend. She's trying to tease me, but it doesn't help the things I've already been through. You didn't get to that part yet, did you?

Oh, right.

I also have something to say:

Never take candy from a stranger. Ever. Not even if it's your favorite. Let's say it's a Twix. Don't take it. Don't take anything. Let's not even get to that part, okay?

Let's start off in school.
Yes, the mystery called school, where you learn useless things you don't need. Except math. Although I hate algebra, it's a stupid part of life that you need to know or else you're retarded. Okay. Maybe not retarded. You just wouldn't know it. Wait, then what's the point of school and algebra?

Let's say I start off in biology. Enough of that stupid algebra nonsense.
We had to pick a lab partner. First, I looked at Will. He was the coolest, most popular person in school. Too bad he already picked Mike, the second popular. I was best friends with both of them. Sad how I have to keep it secret, right? You can't ruin anyone's reputation at this school. It will ruin everyone.

We had to dissect frogs.

Do you really want to go into detail?

Sure as hell I bet you do.

Don't eat dinner before this.

My lab partner was a total jerk. He left me by myself to do the cutting and pinning.
I cut one half of the poor, dead frog's skin. I pinned it down to the sandpaper. Oh my God. It was so terrible, I could see it's veins. I pinned down the other side to the sandpaper. I had to dissect the heart first.

I cut it out from the frog's chest. It was really juicy and liquid-y. I placed the heart on the pink tray, making sure it had sandpaper under it.

I then had to dissect the stomach. The stomach was pretty small. I think it would have been bigger. I cut out the stomach. I couldn't cut in the middle. If I did, the teacher would know I did. It would smell terrible. I carefully- CAREFULLY- placed it onto the sandpaper, onto the pink tray. It is delicate as hell.

The bell rang. Did I finish? Am I done? I'm not sure. I think I might have been.