Fun Things (actually not really)

So what up ya'll? I am feeling a little down. Hahahahahahahaha. Today was a mixture of really bad and really good. So I have a cold, and I woke up in the middle of the night and COULD NOT fall back asleep. It took me like an hour and a half. Then I forgot my stupid analogies packet, even though I saw it and specifically reminded myself to get it. (it's dumb anyway, who needs it?) So then I was going to ask Mrs. Broz to give me a new one in Hawktime (homeroom), but she's like "Sorry, that's ELEVEN extra sheets that I have to give you. If I gave you one then I'd have to give everyone else one, and that would be a thousand extra sheets." And I'm just like OK, but it's not like everyone else is asking!!! And I don't usually forget stuff in Reading. Why can't she just be a good, kind, caring teacher? So then she actually did end up giving me one in Reading, because we were using most of the class time to work on it and I had nothing to do, but since it is my second copy I am apparently getting points off. Then Meaghan was getting all mad at me because she doesn't like 'a certain friend of mine' and the 'certain friend' gave me a note that was personal and Meaghan was being all mad because I wasn't letting her see it. And she said I was making a big deal out of not letting her see it but I really wasn't it was her because she kept bringing it up. Anyway, Meaghan you are probably reading this right now but don't worry I'm not mad at you anymore. And then at lunch I couldn't eat because I didn't have enough money in my account and I forgot to bring lunch money.
Now for the good things. I lost my house key on Thursday and the office, which is usually not helpful at all in finding things, had it today and I was so happy. Then I got 100% on my math assignment, which doesn't happen often. And in gym I wasn't incredibly terrible at badmitten like I usually am, and I didn't get all tired during the warm up because I pretended to tie my shoe for three of the runs. Actually, I realize now that there are a lot more bad things than good ones, but whatever, the first two good things count for about 2, so it's not off by that much.
I think I will do an exerpt now.

The morning was crisp, and all signs of drowsiness immediately disappeared when I stepped outside. I wished I had brought my jacket, as goosebumps had already erupted on my arms. I hurried down the street, taking care to duck into as many shadows as possible. A bright flash of orange suddenly spilled from behind a hill, and I raised an arm to my face as I bathed in the warmth. Suddenly I heard sirens, and my moment of tranquility was over. I raced to the end of the street. Whipping my head back and forth, I ran across the highway to the woods. Just as I leapt under a bush, a pack of police cars screamed around the corner. I closed my eyes, my heart pounding loudly. Suddenly, the sirens ceased and I heard the cars stop right on the other side of the highway. As quietly as possible, I crawled out from under the bush and into the woods. Running as best as I could while crouched down on the damp ground, I made my way over to a knarled tree. It was blackened and hard, and there was barely any bark on it. I reached inside a small hole and pulled out my backpack. It contained a sweatshirt, flashlight, food, my life savings ($100), and a knife. I yanked the sweatshirt over my head and continued my rushed journey. Behind me I heard running footsteps crossing the road, and I broke into a sprint. I ran down a hill and tripped, bloodying my knee. I reached into the pocket of my cutoffs and pulled out a dollar in change. I wrestled my hair into a ponytail. The bus station was about a block away, and according to my battered old watch, I had exactly a minute to get there. I whipped off my shoes and grabbed them. For some reason, I have always been able to run better in bare feet. The wind picked up, but luckily I was running with it. I skidded into the bus station just as the doors to the giant black machine opened, and with a quick look behind me, I dashed inside.
When I was two my dad left my mom and I to fend for ourselves, with only $600 and a few clothes. My mom managed to get a job and rent an apartment, but for the next eight years I was living without any leisures whatsoever. I went to a shack called a school, where the rooves were actually tin, and the desks were wooden crates and we sat on the floor. When I was ten, my mom got drunk and I never saw her again. I packed up my stuff and went to live in the old abandoned house across town. I grew vegetables in the backyard and even tried (unsuccessfully) to teach myself something every now and again. Unfortunately, I soon found that I was a missing child and the police were looking for me, probably to dump me in some foster home. But who needed them? I could live by myself just fine; I had been for the past two years. I took a backpack full of important stuff and hit the road. Sadly, I was spotted my some jerk who couldn't seem to mind his own business, and then the cops kne I was there in Breezy Point. So there I was, a twelve year old girl on the run from the cops, on her way across the country, living on one hundred dollars and six boxes of granola bars.

Wow, that was long. I gotta go now and work on my stupid analogies homework like I was supposed to be doing this whole time.

Yours Truly and Forever More,
Kayla!!! :)