
Synopsis
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when telling a story, the teller always claims truth because THEY'RE ones telling it! My name is Emma, awesome name, i know, and I'm going to tell you my story.
well you can't argue with me or tell me that what i tell isn't true cause it's MY story and I'll tell it how i want to. The TRUTH.
so it all starts from senior class better know as high school. The class where i realized how ugly human nature is and how hard it is to actually have friends and be different. like HELLO?! i don't want to be a Goddamn sheep and follow the crowd!!.
i made friends, i lost friends. i realized i didn't need to be OKAY with everyone. I wish SOMEONE told me that when i started at the school. I didn't learn from my last school, so i guess I'm to blame for part of the *.
Take a seat and eat some chips or something. It's not a long story but it would certainly feel that way.
Latest chapter
Bad holiday, first day.
Hello, whoever that’s reading this right now. It’s me, Emma, the victim of the story you’ve been reading. And before you ask how I’M the victim, hush. I’m still getting to the good….or no, wait, the bad parts. I decided to tell the story like this for better understanding and not to justify myself or whatever, and to get the story moving smoother...
Screwed.
So apparently, if you don’t come early enough on the day of the party, you don’t get to sit inside the main hall where you can see all the good stuff, but outside, under the hot sun. Okay it’s technically not directly under the sun. You sit under the canopies mounted outside meant to shade you from the sun. And you get half the main experience you woul...
Tired, hungry and want to go home.
It’s already 3o’clock. I’m hungry, tired and I want to go home. Today , school closes by 4 for some reason, even though everyone is done with exams. I’ve been whining that same lines to Temi for half an hour and she keeps replying with the same thing. I really applaud her patience
“I’m tired!!” I’d say.
“You’re just lazy. You haven’...
Ambush.
“Ella, I don’t stalk people,” he laughs.
That’s exactly what a stalker would say. “I don’t believe you. Okay, how did you know that I was here?”
“I guessed?” He pauses, then laughs again, as though he’s laughing at his bad excuse.
My brother turns towards us and pinches David’s nose. Pinching people’s noses have become a sort of...
Advice.
After the exam yesterday, people in my set were still talking about what happened in my class, A class. I messed up and drew unnecessary attention to myself, all because someone is jealous. Even remembering it now is making me pissed off.
"Emma!" Favour calls, drawing out the pronunciation. "What are you thinking about so seriously like this? I've been cal...

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