
Lets get things straight here. This is a diary. You're not supposed to write on a potato. I'm Bailey. Not Bail, or Baily. Just Bailey. And last, there are no sortings at school. You have classes, friends, and homework. Some people don't understand how school works, I guess. Oh, I sketched a quick little picture of me up above, hope you like it. I actually don't care.
August 20th 2X16
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Today was... A day. School is starting in five days, and I've already lost my best friend. So, we went to the pool today. There was a bunch of people there. I thought it would be a good idea to push Alex in the pool. She fell on the metal rail and broke her arm. I think she's mad at me now. Why wouldn't she be? Oh. And this diary isn't about missions and that kind of crap. This is real life. My mom and I had to drive to the hospital, where we were kicked out of the rooms because of the visting hours. Thanks doctor! Anyways, my mom went to the mall to do some errands and I was left with $50. I bought a bunch of stuff, like colored pens. Let's try them out. I'll be blue and the cashier will be pink.
"Sorry, it's a lot of things."
"Are you buying this?"
"No, I'm not buying this because obviously I just came up here to waste your time. Thank you."
"Whatever. #ff4aca5.67, please."
Along with a rude eyeroll. I don't know why people are just so stupid! Oops, I forgot to mention something. We had a summer-long project that I forgot to do. We have to see how many students we can get to tryout for a position in our school. It's a private school, so it's kinda really cool. My grade is on the line here, so try to get in! Peace out, losers.
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